This is a song about "Clayton homes"

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

Stoned with his friends while throwing shit at the neighbours homes

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Fuck you little comfortable middle class dual-earner homes,

Been running around trying find a job

Out the homes lickety split *poof* like smoke

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

Without choice or hope to voice our own noiseless mope of far away homes

To dual-earner comfortable households in suburban homes,

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

And sell out 'till we dig holes for homes like peter rabbit,

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket