This is a song about "Homies flaking"

And this will be the song that we sing

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Homies could get they dividends

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Homies lost their cool-funky flow

Niggas say i'm loco

Would have came back for you

Homies don't flow like they used to