This is a song about "Me and my homie"

Watching my homie died try to get turf

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

My journey absurd, my homie put in a word, saw me at the swerve,

Cant touch me, homie yousa bitch

Trying to give them light and a message

Yeah homie what you know bout me?

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Got home and see the police told my homie was killed.

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Don't believe me, just watch

My homie just beat the charge