This is a song about "My home"

I be ballin, they wonder why

It was my home by i made die

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

My dad going to work and never coming home,

An happy home, that's my fantasy

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Bringing them home and across my plate

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Didn't graduate from highs school from problems in my home,

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

Ain't nothin' nice (seen many faces but this my home),

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

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

I'm definitely in a class of my own

And i'ma call it my home

Now i'm in the zone