This is a song about "Clayton homes"

Stoned with his friends while throwing shit at the neighbours homes

Everything i wanted never seem so close

I was a black sheep, but now i'm just a goat

Out the homes lickety split *poof* like smoke

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

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

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Appalachia and the row homes in the northeast coast,

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I've switched and lived in eleven homes, not by choice, you ain't even know it,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes