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

Ballin out, showin out, at the rendezvous

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Never had the courage to go out and send it

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Mobbing with the homies and family

Like to go out and knife carve

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Talked to my homies bout ya like you were my wife

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

Like to go out and knife carve

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

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