This is a song about "Pour one out for the homies"

Mobbing with the homies and family

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

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

He screamed out for god, but there was no one there.

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Runnin from the system , soon it'll catch up/ my life with the homies/ down for

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

Drink sacacha for me, pour me a glass,

Pour my beers for my peoples under the stairs

See my jordans spark, you ain't got no airs