This is a song about "Home in the jungle"

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Right in the jungle with a tribe of my hustlers

My talent should take me places i've never been

The home you have isn't in some cabin

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

Alone again in a broken home, but only the weak cry

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Pulled over on the way home still covered in blood

Surviving the struggle, as i'm maintaining in the rotten jungle//

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

She don't even need a job, got one anyways