This is a song about "Bad homes"

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

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

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

To soho, baby milo so dope

Out the homes lickety split *poof* like smoke

Stoned with his friends while throwing shit at the neighbours homes

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

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