This is a song about "Homies"

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

We can never be friends

Homies could get they dividends

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

3 homies chilling making classics

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

But homies,are you ready fight to win?

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention