This is a song about "Yo homies"

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

I was born to do the damn thing

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

My homies was just against my nature.

Where they find me, 16 on death row

Homies that i don't yet know,

Homies could get they dividends

We can never be friends

And she gives them a blow

Homies lost their cool-funky flow

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Mobbing with the homies and family