This is a song about "Alone at home"

And it's well known that rell home

Even when i'm home alone

In home staring at my face

And pray for better days

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

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

You didnt do it for love you did it dause you grew a bone

And, i'm sad and alone praying and wishing for my nigga to come home

I don't wanna come down from this love i got on high

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

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

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit