This is a song about "Kids with no home"

East with biggie and group home

I don't need no fucking throne

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

No food in your fridge how you gna feed four kids

My rap isn't fast but i have been the coldest

No wife, no kids, with this knife and this wrist

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Just get high until the kids get home from school holmes, relax

In my crib / butlers, women and nah no kids

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

To move along, it's even harder

But black kids come home to no father,