This is a song about "My homies are real"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Now me and my homies got the keys to the nation

Gangstas as real me are uncommon, around here carrying my 12 gauge shotgun,

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

Highest form of affection, physical connection

But homies,are you ready fight to win?

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Call all my closes homies dr though

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

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

I do this for the homies that are not with you

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view