This is a song about "We made it home"

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

It's the belly of the beast, when we knock nobody's home,

When we already at the house full of our, home work

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

And i'ma call it my home

Be shy when we're all alone

We forever be real, we' are made of teal

I'm just saying rap's dead when i'm not here

Always and forever, thats the pinky promise we made.

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

Or you can do better on some hate shit

Just screaming fuck it i made it

We moved every year to a new home new town

And big kill, r.i.pand all you other o.g.'s, who go down

Polo purple like the dope i'm hitting

I've made it in the building