This is a song about "My real homies"

But this card i'm trickin' with got no limit right

This is for my homies in the pen, man i rhyme tight,

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

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

So i took me and my homies and went on some reconnaissance/

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Now me and my homies got the keys to the nation

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

Yo to all my homies in rappad, peace out there!