This is a song about "Hitting the club with my homies"

This is for my homies in the pen, man i rhyme tight,

But pussy and patron will make you feel alright

I was hitting your mistress with my fidgeting thick fists

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

Olajuwon, james hardeny’all niggas new to the sceneand that’s my nigga, supper club

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

Went back to the crib with all the homies closed the door

Been chillin with my homies and we smokin good,

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

In fact my past is the raddest, filled with bags of grass and captain caps

Still got me another deal big as any nigga in music

Swimming in the women, hitting boppers with a ten-inch dick