This is a song about "Smoking dope with my homies"

Maybe i should take up smoking dope again

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Nice flow / my minds dope

Ever since then i had no job

And if someone sayin that to my homies we hit em with right hooks

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Smoking dope rappers til i die of chronic asthma

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

I love a barbecue with my homies, you trip i'll let it slide,