This is a song about "My homies are real"

Took me mighty long to get here

For real my fists are made of steal

I do this for the homies that are not with you

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

Been riding with my homies since day one

I sip the def ale with all the fly women

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

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

My homies in the back screaming "b.i.n.g.o

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

Waiting on my homies as they do their thing

Told me rep the city good keep the board moving