This is a song about "Liberia my home"

Ain't nothin' nice (seen many faces but this my home),

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Am i doing this. but then i go home and my wife starts screamin cause im home

We don't set prices we don't set prices we create that shit off the dome

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

Remainers; talking i need help with finding my way home

But i know i see better days

In home staring at my face

Long before i knew the significance of a comb

I can't even get some privacy in my own home

Cemetery is their new home, they couldnt handle my off the dome

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

That's why i'm dropping poems from my southern shotgun home,

Still on my grind, got a lot of kids at home

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone