This is a song about "Homies old hoes"

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

And my old hoes are mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings,

Went out and had a church of kids

3 homies chilling making classics

Hopin' that my niggas see

Homies my only certainty

Mobbing with the homies and family

We're living in a fantasy