This is a song about "Tramp homies"

Stand for something or die in the morning

All homies that smoke tree nigga they soaring

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

3 homies chilling making classics

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Cause right now i got my little boy crying

Homies lost their cool-funky flow

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

Been riding with my homies since day one

This thing that you could imagine