This is a song about "Ruben and manny real homies"

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Ima stay real and stay true

She gonna dance when that molly through

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

Me and homies sat back, relaxed blazin' chronic,

Talking of the gods you serve

So manny amateurs

Nigga's talk they'd attacked me but wouldn't steal a taxi

You fuck her in the ass, oh shit that your boy manny

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe

He and his homies count their tallies every night

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Now me and my homies got the keys to the nation

Mobbing with the homies and family

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny