This is a song about "Homes"

Stoned with his friends while throwing shit at the neighbours homes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

To havin' good homes, never is my stomach growlin',

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

I'll probably re-visit those old shotgun homes and trailer parks,

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

Giving excuses like shit i thought i was alone or i thought it was my homes

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

From ghettoes and broken homes, we're roses grown from concrete,

Fuck you little comfortable middle class dual-earner homes,

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

I'm supposed to flow and so i'm dope, i rap for broken homes,

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

I've switched and lived in eleven homes, not by choice, you ain't even know it,

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit