This is a song about "Home work"

U never being home,

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

My dad going to work and never coming home,

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

When we already at the house full of our, home work

Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort

They work to death, when they come home, you dont even have a plate

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

Your stupid i'm through with your views, slowly stewing you fools, like a casserole

Now and days you finish up work and you coming home alone, you pack a bowl

Runnin home invasions

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

Whip, plane, motions own

I thought van-city was home

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

It's a fools fatewithout your word