This is a song about "I have no home"

Know it good when she go no hands

No wonder i have fans

They blowing up my phone

I thought van-city was home

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

I have no hatred, i'm not naming no names

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

I may have no empathy, helpfully my enemies

Constant paranoid thinking. i was always alone , no love at home.

Are you hearing me right turn the sound up on the microphone

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

No one believes what i really have become

No one knew what i have been through

And i've been thinking bout you