This is a song about "Yo homies"

Homies could get they dividends

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

I told him get his 9 and run

Been riding with my homies since day one

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Or knowing that my homies got my back

Homies lost their cool-funky flow

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow