This is a song about "Money bitches homies death"

Homies lost their cool-funky flow

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

I am olubowale, the answer to this

I was born to do the damn thing

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

She going to borrow some money

Homies my only certainty

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Death is in my dreams, death makes you weak bitches scream,

Homies could get they dividends

We can never be friends