This is a song about "Lost homies"

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Homies my only certainty

My homies was just against my nature.

Because you gotta finish a paper

Homies that i don't yet know,

You know i be teasing, though

And getting money is the song i sing

All homies that smoke tree nigga they soaring

I drive that all around

Tossed n' lost in the lost and found.

Explains the lives of six lost

Tell me anything you want