This is a song about "Acres homes"

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

And sell out 'till we dig holes for homes like peter rabbit,

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Without choice or hope to voice our own noiseless mope of far away homes

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

I do this shit for ghettoes and those 'hoods and kids from broken homes,

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

Police be barging into homes but that's rude

Appalachia and the row homes in the northeast coast,

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Out the homes lickety split *poof* like smoke

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

And where's the reparations, 40 acres in a agreement,

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,