This is a song about "The homies smoking fire"

The whole parking lot is on fire

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

My homies in the back screaming "b.i.n.g.o

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

Im courtside, wizard game

After the fire, comes the rain

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

This is for my homies in the pen, man i rhyme tight,

And bijies like im out and

Smoking the herbs that are potent

Smoking the best weed in berlin

So if it comes down, may the best man win