This is a song about "Homies old hoes"

3 homies chilling making classics

So here i am at the store for some chips

Got shows on top of shows

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Homies my only certainty

I be gettin' money

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Homies that i don't yet know,

Word, absence will make the heart grow

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth