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

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the

On the couch with my homies, watching comedy central with a cold soda

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

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

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

A biggie imposter bout to turn you into bacon to eat with some flap jacks

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

I keep it rolling with my homies like a (freaking) wheel

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

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

Leavin' the strip club with stitches and half a dollar,

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Been chillin with my homies and we smokin good,