This is a song about "The homies"

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

You're going home alone cause homies show you to the exit

My talent should take me places i've never been

Now me and my homies got the keys to the nation

Niggas is hot when i hit the block, what if i die tonight

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

But it won't make no difference when i rip this verse and collaborate tonight/ and uh

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

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

I went out to the corner all the homies hanging out

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

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

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

I let her fuck the homies while i blow them trees