This is a song about "Alone at home"

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

Because i hold the golden chrome, so i'm never home alone,

Even when i'm home alone

Now i'm in the zone

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

I was alone on the fone cause no one answered at home

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

Alone again in a broken home, but only the weak cry

I was sloppy but i got the job done, one night when she was home alone.

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

Full blast turn up the speakers at home

I woulda done anything for my own

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

Alone again in a broken home, but only the weak cry

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

All i can do is sit at home alone, self secluded