This is a song about "The home where im not"

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

Here i am once again in my home town,where the music is loud

And im with the riches where we ball and do all the swishes

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Yeah, im not the skinniest cat.

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

'cuz i'm bringin' home the bacon, but i'm not a breadwinner,

Im not the player anymore im turning into the coach

I been trying to show you somethin, got a different approach

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Shut the fuck up, im not impressed.