This is a song about "Tramp homies"

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

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

This why we get up in the morning

All homies that smoke tree nigga they soaring

You is not hip then i can not coach her

My homies was just against my nature.

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

My passport got stamped before a couple rhymes

Homies my only certainty

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

But homies,are you ready fight to win?

Fuck swag, nigga i got ambition

Then put a stamp on a goddamn tramp

She wear a scarf, louis v to be exact