This is a song about "My homey dom"

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

I'm fully grown and the future can be planned out

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Make them more insecure when they caught one

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Only concern was the home that was close to him

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats