This is a song about "Me and my homies"

Been chillin with my homies and we smokin good,

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

Me and all my homies like to chill n shit

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Call all my closes homies dr though

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

Me and homies sat back, relaxed blazin' chronic,

Homies my only certainty

But five years from now i bet she see