This is a song about "Homies and thuhs"

We can never be friends

Homies could get they dividends

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Been chillin with my homies and we smokin good,

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

And this will be the song that we sing

Me and homies sat back, relaxed blazin' chronic,

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

Homies that i don't yet know,

I'll teach you how to take it slow

In the club like fuck it, though

Homies lost their cool-funky flow