This is a song about "Robert taylor homes"

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Giving excuses like shit i thought i was alone or i thought it was my homes

Old school , og , chicano sound/ / cruzin to the 602 , holdin it down bird city knows

Fuck you little comfortable middle class dual-earner homes,

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

And walk through shotgun homes filled with bullet holes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Stoned with his friends while throwing shit at the neighbours homes

Ricky moore flightposite, mike bibby blue foams

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

To dual-earner comfortable households in suburban 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,