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

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

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

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

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

Never fucking break,only chilling chase..

Put expressions in their music and create the face

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Im destroying all these rappers who think they can spit classics.

When we're done we'll sit back, hip-hop release the classics,

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Chilling with his homies high instead of caring for his kid,

Chilling in my mansion bruce wayne/

My buzz is like cocaine

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

The only from my section trying to make the classics,