This is a song about "Hanging out with my homies and smokin"

Now me and my homies got the keys to the nation

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Mobbing with the homies and family

Been chillin with my homies and we smokin good,

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Yo to all my homies in rappad, peace out there!

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

Hypochondriac, hanging out at the laundromat

Hold on you can see my vision

Been riding with my homies since day one

So i took me and my homies and went on some reconnaissance/

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips