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

And how you make the darkness seem so bright

Smokin bowls out of bongs and sniffin lines of white

Creeping, with gut hanging out in park, you eat alone there when it's dark

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

But hold the beat, he ain't speaking for everyone

Been riding with my homies since day one

And smokin joints to calm my nerves

The richest place on earth

And all my homies locked down and they waitin' to get released

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep