This is a song about "The homie nate whapped out"

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Nate, you could never keep up with the raps i kill

But the thing is homie theres no easy way

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

Check this out homie my parents are gone for the week

Baby heading down a cloud

Homie gotta shout out

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

I used to ditch school when the homie had the chevy