This is a song about "Yo homies"

All homies that smoke tree nigga they soaring

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

Homies that i don't yet know,

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Hey now got a thing for you

Homies don't flow like they used to

But homies,are you ready fight to win?

And just looked at the whole situation

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

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