This is a song about "My homie s"

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

How it all started was with my homie with dominance

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

S on my chest like a superman vest

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

Had to leave my nigga, homie got an open case