This is a song about "My homet"

Grab my knife and my gun

All the girls really want is fun

My shirt, purple label my shirt

That bitch was racist, got me fired

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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

The bitch badder than any bitch that you name

My cash effected, my brain insane,

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

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

That is my wish, my fantasy.

I be gettin' money

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set