This is a song about "Liberia my home"

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

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

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

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

Didn't graduate from highs school from problems in my home,

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

But she took it in his place

In home staring at my face

Indubitably i'm too street

Az is my home and love the heat

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

Remainers; talking i need help with finding my way home