This is a song about "Bad homes"

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

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

I've switched and lived in eleven homes, not by choice, you ain't even know it,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

Who would forgive me even if i burnt down all their homes

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

This is for the kids who live in ghettoes and their broken homes,

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

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

I'll put you in your place, and i don't even sell homes

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Appalachia and the row homes in the northeast coast,