This is a song about "My homies are real"

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Or knowing that my homies got my back

So these are my real diss bars, now come at me cunt

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

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