This is a song about "Homies over everything"

Homies don't flow like they used to

Watching for the cops that's moving through

Mobbing with the homies and family

I just want somebody i can see

Bun b, i’m underground king

My best friend told me everything

Homies lost their cool-funky flow

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

Homies could get they dividends

We can never be friends

Fuckin everyone, and fuckin everything

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

3 homies chilling making classics