This is a song about "Bad homes"

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

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

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

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

It's actually disastrously bad

I don't know why i'm even on this track

To dual-earner comfortable households in suburban homes,

I'm messing bitches with chuck, but i was wearing some foams

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

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

Fuck you little comfortable middle class dual-earner homes,

Cuz im a bad girl, bad girl (x2)

Convertibles with turbo jets