This is a song about "The porch"

Sit on crates on my porch watching with a loaded rifle,

They say "black is beautiful," but ask them beautiful

Splitting swisher's on the porch with my sister

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

And sit back and watch the sun set on my porch, sip liquor,

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Everybody outside on the porch,radio blasting neighbors telling us to turn it down

New comers are coming harder than you can even believe and smarter than belief in its own noun

The dopest on the planet

Living out of a homeless shit

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

I say my goodbyes and walk out the porch door

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Rub the wood and ima show em love

You're a porch, i'm a fortress.