This is a song about "My bar my home"

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

Wearin’ my lees, i’ma bend the ply bar

Slumdog far apart any sub par

The drug that they brain need

Az is my home and love the heat

Bringing them home and across my plate

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Know i just call it head phone

Simple bar spitting then going home

An happy home, that's my fantasy

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

An orphan my pops left me, and often, my momma wasn't home

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

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

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