This is a song about "Home s"

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Runnin home invasions

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

All this paper i fold

S queezys very bold

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Heystop running your mouth

They're telling you too go home

So i guess you think you grown

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

U never being home,

So i ended up all alone

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit