This is a song about "Home sick"

Yo, once stole a row home

Heart made of stone

Rap so much, make niggas sick

With two chicks, sadistic

Really made me feel sick.

Killing these niggas off quick

I thought van-city was home

Little latasha sho' grown

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Now i'm sitting home writing sick though, sketching out these flow's like a stencil

Runnin home invasions

She likes the way it hits her lips

The sick fuck drags her into his car, driving home singing,

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Which rap will make u sick

She's cute but her forehead's big