This is a song about "The homies smoking fire"

I breathe in the fire

And i ain't frontin for her

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

The sun rising while you moaning

To the flame then shortly after write fire

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Got a house full of homies, why i feel so the opposite?

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

Mobbing with the homies and family

Of impactful things one can ask for

Set the game ablaze, i’m an arcade fire

Stay smoking on the hay

When we fuck she say