This is a song about "A day at home"

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Where you feel most at home never can be alone chilling with a blunts hug

Still on my grind, got a lot of kids at home

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

At home waiting without a father in they life

Full blast turn up the speakers at home

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

But it causes a delay; i'm set back at least a day

But i talked to her and we became friends walked her home that day even received a text,

Don't give me any crap talk, there's a lot in excess, i might just travel west

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone