This is a song about "The homies"

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Runnin from the system , soon it'll catch up/ my life with the homies/ down for

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

Got a house full of homies, why i feel so the opposite?

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Mobbing with the homies and family

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup