This is a song about "Homies why u snitching"

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

That's why they kick with homies, what? back in new york,

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Got a house full of homies, why i feel so the opposite?

U know u r a bitch then why to be sorry

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

My homies are dogs so u best leave when they start barkin

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

Homies could get they dividends

I like rollin' with friends

U think you're funny?,i don’t know why i can’t laugh, come tickle ma tummy,

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy