This is a song about "Building homes"

Out the homes lickety split *poof* like smoke

Impeccable give it my note

Man you never know how rapping goes i got all over the world and different shows

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

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

The main freestyle king back in the building

Speeches about terrorism therefore building settlements,

I can pass out many scantrons, fail many students

I do this shit for ghettoes and those 'hoods and kids from broken homes,

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

To dual-earner comfortable households in suburban homes,

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes