This is a song about "Homies and kush"

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

With them jordans on and the sheep coat, the weed smoke from that good kush,

Now me and my homies got the keys to the nation

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

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Concords and grape fives, grape in all em kush strains

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

Those were your homies callin me out, and you sayin it don't "phase you."