This is a song about "Home security"

A boy who feels his home, just ain't his home

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

I felt the warmth of the holy spirit, the security of jesus through jay

To find out me and your man be sharing skirtsi'm hoping you don't take this the wrong way

Look at billions we've invested in our "homeland security",

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

'cuz some "homeland security" equals tons of profit makin'

U never being home,

I jive like bone

If u wanna get home

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

Put my number in your phone

She goes on in, walks into his home,

It sends you loopy, crazy, quirky, and gives you a false sense of security,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see