This is a song about "Group homes"

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Taking out such a pivotal group

We're trained in a new cage and booth, a hated group,

All my niggas get together to gather loot

Yea its my group its my legion

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Stoned with his friends while throwing shit at the neighbours homes

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

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

But rather than singing non praise the dude

No doubt like gwen stefani's group