This is a song about "Sherlock homes"

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

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

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

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

Out the homes lickety split *poof* like smoke

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

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

From ghettoes and broken homes, we're roses grown from concrete,

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

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

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Stoned with his friends while throwing shit at the neighbours homes