This is a song about "Yo homies"

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

3 homies chilling making classics

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Now i gotta exit after you

Homies don't flow like they used to

We can never be friends

Homies could get they dividends

But homies,are you ready fight to win?

I know they pay me too much of attention

If you know like i know, you should lie low

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