This is a song about "My hommie"

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

After lebron, i'm what's next

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

My shit thigh like my bootstraps