This is a song about "Liberia my home"

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

Remainers; talking i need help with finding my way home

In home staring at my face

But i know i see better days

I watched people i know pray and catch the holy ghost

Ain't come from no happy home, my pain y'all cannot decode

Im my own president while a home resident

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Set up my own home studio

My nigga for life though

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

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

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

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

Every wednesday when my father got home tho

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto