This is a song about "Bad homes"

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast

Appalachia and the row homes in the northeast coast,

Luxury life, results living bad

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

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

Convertibles with turbo jets

Cuz im a bad girl, bad girl (x2)

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

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

From ghettoes and broken homes, we're roses grown from concrete,

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

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

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

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

To dual-earner comfortable households in suburban homes,