This is a song about "Pantry home"

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

We go skate, rape sluts and eat donuts from randy

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

I'm definitely in a class of my own

And millions of homeless people back home

Playin with fire is a danger zone

Simple bar spitting then going home

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

Born alone, work alone, die alone

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Nobody is going home

Runnin home invasions

They bringing me fish and chips

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust