This is a song about "The homies smoking"

Down in miami, with a super ho team

Smoking green to forget the real scene

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

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

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

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Smoking the herbs that are potent

I'm the nigga with the homies that be sellin' drugs

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks