This is a song about "Places"

I grew up in different places, never truly safe and good,

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

Cause this white boy don't choke in places hostile

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

Lasers wrecked the wrong faces, sages of the wrong places.

My talent should take me places i've never been

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Places that were occupied before become vacant

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Guiding us all to better places

Rub the wood and ima show em love

We walk into the room from a million different places

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

I wanted him to put his hands in places they shouldnt be/