This is a song about "Three homies chilling making classics"

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

Maybe i can teach these lazy babies to stop making their zany raps

Chilling out in the shade

Low income no bills getting paid

I'm chilling with jesus

My nigga, its all love

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

The only from my section trying to make the classics,

Used to bump the old school shit, you know the classics,

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Arrive at the building, around 9 am smoke a cigarette just chilling,

The youngest of my mother kids

Close/ your chapter of so-called "track classics"