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

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Puffin' on stramonium. 'bout to go pro like joe and them/

Now me and my homies got the keys to the nation

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Y’all only in it for the cars

Like to go out and knife carve

I understand they need to go out and pay the bills,

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Like to go out and knife carve

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

The games bout to, go blow me

My slight fo's just talk dirty

Like to go out and knife carve

When bret hart meet brett farve