This is a song about "My hommie"

These my rhymes and my story

Hopin' that my niggas see

They had a hell of a run

My words are my rhythm

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I wanted the money and never the fame

My cash effected, my brain insane,

See my pain through my eyes,

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy