This is a song about "Alone at home"

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

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

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Even when i'm home alone

Yeah hail mary full of grace

In home staring at my face

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

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

So he decided to stay out there in the universe is all alone..

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

And it's well known that rell home

Wake up, dad gone momma home alone

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

At the stars, he feels hopeless sitting here alone so he beside to start heading home,

You got burned now you walking home alone

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone