This is a song about "Thinking life and home"

Thinking about how i came across this life full of lies

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

And millions of homeless people back home

I'm definitely in a class of my own

When people thinking they tight, thinking they rapping is life,

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

And ive been thinking about you lately

Must be something you want me to see

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Half the kids, trapped in this, black abyss, of criminal life thinking

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

Molested at eleven and she always reminiscing

My life was in a vault and all the bitches used to hiss thinking