This is a song about "My home"

An happy home, that's my fantasy

Hopin' that my niggas see

And i'ma call it my home

She wanna be grown

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

An orphan my pops left me, and often, my momma wasn't home

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

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

Swear i will murk any beat

Az is my home and love the heat

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

My dad going to work and never coming home,

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

My mind is on vacation but my body has arrived home

Plottin' don’t even worry

My cousins home town is new jersey