This is a song about "Homies got my back and they ready to fight for me"

Me and homies sat back, relaxed blazin' chronic,

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big

In my head set back ready to strike im pouncing,

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

I'mma go to war with the devil 'til we're even

But homies,are you ready fight to win?

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Life's hard sometimes, but i know my homies got me,

Call all my gangsta homies to help me restructure your face.

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Now me and my homies got the keys to the nation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Tw-tw-twelve carats and that's all ears

Ready to fight, i rollup my sleeves

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

Your trying to fight back but i got you covered,