This is a song about "My hom"

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

My own unknown is my enemy,

And i got a little big, keep it low key

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Grab my knife and my gun

Baby you're the one

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Roll up niggas be like sex

These my rhymes and my story

I’m tryna be low key