This is a song about "My hom"

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

He just get her bigger bags

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

This is my original, my validation

Then you're fucking confused,

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

So keep fronting till my peeps come

My words are my rhythm

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you