This is a song about "Group homes"

Joining choir group singing fucking lullaby.

Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

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

Nigeria inspired the talk drum

Arise through the group you came from

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

There's probably a whole group of other names

I'm offended that i'm in group e

Ha - so gifted, do it truly

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

This is for the kids who live in ghettoes and their broken homes,

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Fuck you little comfortable middle class dual-earner homes,

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes