This is a song about "Me and the homies"

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

5 star meals all the homies break bread with me

This is for my homies in the pen, man i rhyme tight,

Cus what you give me let me know that we'll be alright

Went back to the crib with all the homies closed the door

I get her once i bet you keep coming back for more

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Call all my gangsta homies to help me restructure your face.

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

And all my homies locked down and they waitin' to get released

Mobbing with the homies and family

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Life's hard sometimes, but i know my homies got me,

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Over 20 homes, but i need a chick

Me and homies sat back, relaxed blazin' chronic,