This is a song about "My homies locked up"

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Am trying my best but always da same. i feel like am locked up

Or knowing that my homies got my back

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Been locked up eight years on the real

All black everthing on some jigga shit

I've been locked in my room getting faded

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

Been riding with my homies since day one

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

And all my homies locked down and they waitin' to get released

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Cant let my soul free its locked up and my demons through away the key