This is a song about "Thinking life and home"

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

Thinking deeply about some shit, does life truly have a purpose,

And millions of homeless people back home

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

And ive been thinking about you lately

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

I came home, it's empty just like my life

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

Long before i knew the significance of a comb

I'm thinking i need a friend to drive me home