This is a song about "My hommies"

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

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My words are my rhythm

Car seats got screens in them

See my pain through my eyes,

I need a backyard full court size

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one