This is a song about "With the homies"

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

My bars are harder than ancient artifacts, so sit back and relax

Been chillin with my homies and we smokin good,

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

I do this for the homies that are not with you

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

Went back to the crib with all the homies closed the door

But i got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more

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

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

I keep it rolling with my homies like a (freaking) wheel

I see the same hodon't get mad, i'm only bein real