This is a song about "Robert taylor homes"

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

Police be barging into homes but that's rude

Gettin' dumb and dumber, you a brute, homes?

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Spanglish, taylor, jamie, my ranking and yugioh trading cards

Knock knock, who there? houdini dissappeargot green, john deere. more green, paul pierce

My brain, oh so trippy satans game. fuckin taylor swift an everythings

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

Out the homes lickety split *poof* like smoke

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

I do this shit for ghettoes and those 'hoods and kids from broken homes,

I'm supposed to flow and so i'm dope, i rap for broken homes,

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes