This is a song about "Mobile home"

That he dont even own

I thought van-city was home

If u wanna get home

Little latasha sho' grown

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

Finna take them home after midnight

Say you through will all my foul ways

In home staring at my face

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Your just a mobile pile of shit like a porta potty,ill destroy your hobby

Simple bar spitting then going home

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Nobody is going home

And millions of homeless people back home

Playing with fire is a danger zone