This is a song about "Homies flaking"

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

My homies in the back screaming "b.i.n.g.o

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

Been riding with my homies since day one

And getting money is the song i sing

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

And there's little to be glad for

My homies was just against my nature.