This is a song about "My hom"

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

See my pain through my eyes,

Right flows down and they might go nice

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

These my rhymes and my story

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

And everybody's having sex

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

That is my wish, my fantasy.