This is a song about "The homies"

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

I let her fuck the homies while i blow them trees

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

But a lot of my homies like to tote the laser beams

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

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

I went out to the corner all the homies hanging out

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Runnin from the system , soon it'll catch up/ my life with the homies/ down for

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Turns on some cold water and blocks it, she layed in the tub with the

On the couch with my homies, watching comedy central with a cold soda