This is a song about "The homie"

Cause, when i talk they don't just watch

My homie just beat the charge

Im done with the tears homie im no longer crying

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

My journey absurd, my homie put in a word, saw me at the swerve,

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

His homie went to his house and opened the door