This is a song about "Riding with the homies"

I'ma knock 'em off like balance when you're riding with a saddle

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

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

My bars are harder than ancient artifacts, so sit back and relax

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

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

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

I bring it through the ghetto without riding round

I'm the nigga with the homies that be sellin' drugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups