This is a song about "My homet"

You can see with your fans

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

My words are my rhythm

Oh, you look like my next victim

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Unify them, mob through, take over and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

This is my original, my validation

You make a nigga sing songs nice

See my pain through my eyes,