This is a song about "Riding with the homies"

5 star meals all the homies break bread with me

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

Gamble with homies breaking more ankles than just his

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

A biggie imposter bout to turn you into bacon to eat with some flap jacks

I do this for the homies that are not with you

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

My homies in the back screaming "b.i.n.g.o

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

My new flow bought hublots below zero

My homies in the back screaming "b.i.n.g.o

Went back to the crib with all the homies closed the door

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more