This is a song about "My dead homies"

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

So i took me and my homies and went on some reconnaissance/

Cut me off every time im talking

Waiting on my homies as they do their thing

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

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

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Now me and my homies got the keys to the nation

Ballin til the buzzer blow

Call all my closes homies dr though

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

My homies are dogs so u best leave when they start barkin

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Or knowing that my homies got my back