This is a song about "Homies and thugs"

We bone em like thugs n harmony nash em and go

But like a porn star i'm best when to swallow

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Get that money and my fuckin homies plotting on me

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

He and his homies count their tallies every night

This nigga, look at this fuckin' nigga lips, dog

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

Now me and my homies got the keys to the nation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin