This is a song about "The homies lot and bout to go out ballin"

Yo to all my homies in rappad, peace out there!

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

Wake up in the morning and i go bout my way

Ballin out, showin out, at the rendezvous

So would you please listen to what i'mma need from you

And i’m talkin, passenger action

I'm the coldest out ballin

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Okay then how bout i go mad and say the waord nigger,

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

I'm 8 ballin with your dealer and he knows my last name get the fuck out