This is a song about "I m home"

But they sold jello in the paint

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

Still listen to big

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

And all women who had light features, see

But i can only love you when you undressed

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

I thought van-city was home

Luchador like i been masked but still remain fly

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...