This is a song about "My homies art real"

Talked to my homies bout ya like you were my wife

White america said i'd be doing 25 to life

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

Yo to all my homies in rappad, peace out there!

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

Waiting on my homies as they do their thing

These niggas is bothered, these critics be talking

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

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

Money aint my motive, my art isn't for a gallery

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Ran outside to see the big show

Call all my closes homies dr though