This is a song about "My hom"

Ay yo you wonder who i are

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

My shirt, purple label my shirt

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

I'm playing cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

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

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

This is my original, my validation

Grab my knife and my gun

Yeah bitch this date's done