This is a song about "Foster home"

Ya, thats right now go walk home

So i ended up all alone

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

Imaginary friends at a foster home and leave u with the blues. u prolly don't

Trying to be a fucking legend, the man of mankind

All i know is i'm a problem child turned foster child

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Runnin home invasions

Gotta handle your own

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

Stop blowing up my cellphone

U never being home,

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

Simple bar spitting then going home