This is a song about "Tramp homies"

Mmg chain, lookin' like a light show

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

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

Then put a stamp on a goddamn tramp

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition

But homies,are you ready fight to win?

Homies my only certainty

Must be something you want me to see

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

Homies lost their cool-funky flow

My homies was just against my nature.

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her