This is a song about "The homie"

But the thing is homie theres no easy way

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Come homie how you gon' deny the fact im one of the best

To the homie wit no discretion

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

You life so the time fuck with big homie think twice

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Im done with the tears homie im no longer crying

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

His homie went to his house and opened the door