This is a song about "Home security"

Now all i am is alone

Asshole flowers, going home

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

To wasting afflicted by the curse of addiction to security an pension

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

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

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

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Know i just call it head phone

Simple bar spitting then going home

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

My lyrics are mistaken for national security bomb threats,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

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

East with biggie and group home