This is a song about "Group homes"

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

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

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

He's stupid as 2 chainz but wu tang was the group,

To dual-earner comfortable households in suburban homes,

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

Joining choir group singing fucking lullaby.

Can’t you see just how long my run

Yea its my group its my legion

Something wicked this way come

Arise through the group you came from

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