This is a song about "No place to call home"

If a nigga didn't fake like them

No need for a call to the bull pen

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

To your heart and no one warn that this place is so warm now you worn

I'm lucky that i got a better place to call home. no longer sad and alone.

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

I write to be the best not no second place yea my flow will rock the whole place

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

But black kids come home to no father,

See, i like the person that you are

Cause i am in a better place, i'm home where i belong.

For real, you need to go away just like the rain song

You left your nigga on his own

And i'ma call it my home

Among dates i was thinking upon traits to take place but no trace come on fate

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate