This is a song about "Robert taylor homes"

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

I'll probably re-visit those old shotgun homes and trailer parks,

Woah, just say yeah like yous a mufuckin taylor

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Without choice or hope to voice our own noiseless mope of far away homes

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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,

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

Fuck you little comfortable middle class dual-earner homes,

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Stoned with his friends while throwing shit at the neighbours homes

Who would forgive me even if i burnt down all their homes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose