This is a song about "Sherlock homes"

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

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

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

Sherlock holmes with dem undercover cases

Appalachia and the row homes in the northeast coast,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

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

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

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

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

I'm messing bitches with chuck, but i was wearing some foams

To dual-earner comfortable households in suburban homes,

This is for the kids who live in ghettoes and their broken homes,

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

When my name is spoke, can't you see through these lines and rhymes i wrote in my notes