This is a song about "Bad homes"

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Figure this out, the king of the south, i'm poppin' bones from shotgun homes,

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

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

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

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

Cuz im a bad girl, bad girl (x2)

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

I'll probably re-visit those old shotgun homes and trailer parks,

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

To havin' good homes, never is my stomach growlin',

Mixed feelings cause now all the chicks feeling him

I'm supposed to flow and so i'm dope, i rap for broken homes,

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close