This is a song about "Used to be my homies"

But for my homies, fuck 'em, projects, man, it's best to lie,

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

I used to be jigga but

There used to be a guy named undertaker

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

I used to be sick of the scrutiny/

We came.. way too far pretty baby

A tortured soul i used to be

Ups and downs of my life, it used to be the lights out,

Diamonds blind the lens and camera men on the stakeout

That match used to be a lash,

So much class, double d’s and ass

By her side, like it used to be

We got money to go get baby