This is a song about "Smoking with homies"

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

That's why they kick with homies, what? back in new york,

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Smoking opium, fighting with an enlightened draconian.

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Been chillin with my homies and we smokin good,

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches

Gamble with homies breaking more ankles than just his

Fuck with my homies we'll fuck all you guys up

I want diamonds too, ronnie on player's club

So much wasted time with snorting smoking and drinking

I said patience persistence got the world listening