This is a song about "Boys homes"

Giving excuses like shit i thought i was alone or i thought it was my homes

When my name is spoke, can't you see through these lines and rhymes i wrote in my notes

So while you worry about the hoes

Gettin' dumb and dumber, you a brute, homes?

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Wait barbies arnt for boys,

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

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

Another dead woman,another bad boys

Simply out of this world by choice

You don't mess with 12, my boys

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Fuck you little comfortable middle class dual-earner homes,