This is a song about "My homies are real"

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

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

I spit that real hip hop, youd think my lips are black

I put the nigga in his casket

Pissed that my battles are full of real shit

See with a district columbia vision

Been riding with my homies since day one

I do this for the homies that are not with you

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

Waiting on my homies as they do their thing

These niggas is bothered, these critics be talking

Or knowing that my homies got my back

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack