This is a song about "My bar my home"

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

My dad going to work and never coming home,

Am i doing this. but then i go home and my wife starts screamin cause im home

Accepted this challenging reality willingly... i'm going into the unknown

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

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

The kings get killed very least overthrown

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

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

My cousins home town is new jersey

Hopin' that my niggas see

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

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

By the fire in my desire to raise the bar higher