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

Now me and my homies got the keys to the nation

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

I've got to go and spit a lot of flow but bitch this isn't war,

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

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

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

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

Young notable bout to go in!

Catch you up on places i've been

The games bout to, go blow me

C’mon and let’s chill baby