This is a song about "My homies still"

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

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Now me and my homies got the keys to the nation

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

Don't say fuck him, you say they my homies bro

I keep it rolling with my homies like a (freaking) wheel

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

Or knowing that my homies got my back

Cold, my style making my nose run

Been riding with my homies since day one