This is a song about "Know me homie"

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

If u wanna be my homie then show me■

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

And then there's only one other homie, but he has a hard time believing me.

So i'm just making sure my verses count for something

Freestyle turn you to a homie. call me strange but not loving

You my homie if we think alike, but there's more to me than just this typical rhyme

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

Know your place like your homie, that lil nigga

I said alright, enthused that my lord gave a listen

Homie, follow me i got styles, you can copy one