This is a song about "My home town"

Shit, i'm already the best rapper in my home town

Yeah, that my sista and i'm so proud how she hold it down

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

I be running around my town. till i run my town

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Still on my grind, got a lot of kids at home

Round & round/ town boy/ but my pops is from detroit\

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

And i'ma call it my home

Lets get fucked up to the bone

Im respected in my town , because i earned it

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home