This is a song about "Liberia my home"

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Remainers; talking i need help with finding my way home

It was my home by i made die

Where did my time go? i let it fly

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

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

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

My home was broken by wreckin' balls

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Ain't nothin' nice (been many places but this my home),

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

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

Set up my own home studio

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

Playing with fire is a danger zone