This is a song about "Kids with no home"

Went home with some time to kill

I'm gon remember her, but still

Team shine hard, you'll squint at the roster

But black kids come home to no father,

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

With changes coming to a place known to me as home

Now that i got these kids with me

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Hey yo i once was a kid with the other little kids

And lit a spliff to ponder upon the abyss of kids with no lunches

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this