This is a song about "Kicking it with my homies"

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

I keep it rolling with my homies like a (freaking) wheel

A biggie imposter bout to turn you into bacon to eat with some flap jacks

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

Been chillin with my homies and we smokin good,

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

Call all my closes homies dr though

I chill now, cop a lil' ice later

My homies was just against my nature.

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

I remember the phone call to my house my mom kicking me out,