This is a song about "Young homies"

Call all my closes homies dr though

Bitch i'm dope but my pipe is so yellow

All homies that smoke tree nigga they soaring

With no receivers had the pickin of a option

But homies,are you ready fight to win?

I know they pay me too much of attention

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

People love hodgy i hate you though

Homies lost their cool-funky flow

Teenage parties, i recommend you

Homies don't flow like they used to