This is a song about "The homie"

Check this out homie my parents are gone for the week

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

Just like the homie biggie said

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Yeah, i'm close minded, and never gon' change

But the thing is homie theres no easy way

Thinkin' why it's not south beach everyday

Got home and see the police told my homie was killed.

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

Im done with the tears homie im no longer crying

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

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

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent