This is a song about "The porch"

Stand on your porch and ill introduce

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

The realist in the game

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

The more battles the better the flows

Eyes poked out the the raven

Cold world no blanket son

I'll come up on yo porch, knock on your door

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

I bring the heat like the

You made me wanna

Saw the house she ran up in and shot her fuckin' porch up

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

When her father would beat her and her brother like he had an unquenchable thirst