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

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

Their what i call family and a place called home.

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

And i'ma call it my home

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

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

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

No need for a call to the bull pen

What the fuck happened to rap when

Put through the street, home was no place for me.

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

Now you've got no place to claim, and call your own

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

I never had a place to call home

Smoke one stack straight to my dome