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

Now me and my homies got the keys to the nation

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Been riding with my homies since day one

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

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

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

See, with you, i never see it wrong

Hanging out here all day long,

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

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

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

Smokin bowls out of bongs and sniffin lines of white

Then hanging with fake friends and having laughs

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans