This is a song about "The homies"

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

You're going home alone cause homies show you to the exit

But a lot of my homies like to tote the laser beams

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

And if i do go you better come through

I do this for the homies that are not with you

Shit that makes the homies say, 'yo bro, you can really spit!"

Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

I'm the nigga with the homies that be sellin' drugs

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

You'll see rhino as a prudent student of rap / i'll defuse the illusion of facts