This is a song about "Broken homes"

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

Police be barging into homes but that's rude

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

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

Fuck you little comfortable middle class dual-earner homes,

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

Reopened my notion of knowing im broken

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

Out the homes lickety split *poof* like smoke

Motherfucker this is forever dope

Appalachia and the row homes in the northeast coast,

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

You feel it from your head to your toes

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

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

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes