This is a song about "Homies and thuhs"

Been chillin with my homies and we smokin good,

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Mobbing with the homies and family

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

And all my homies locked down and they waitin' to get released

Homies that i don't yet know,

This summer gone be mine though