This is a song about "The homies smoking fire"

"contemplate", i wrote about her

To the flame then shortly after write fire

If you feel it, it must be real just

Smoking prime only the finest....

Openly smoking dope from the grocery

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

Shit that makes the homies say, 'yo bro, you can really spit!"

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Now me and my homies got the keys to the nation

After the fire, comes the rain

You just tryin' to run game