This is a song about "Tramp homies"

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Mobbing with the homies and family

See my shit that fire shit, and yo' shit boring

All homies that smoke tree nigga they soaring

Homies don't flow like they used to

I was twelve when the gunned you

You stood me up and i understand

Then put a stamp on a goddamn tramp

And she gives them a blow

Homies lost their cool-funky flow