This is a song about "At home past"

I would bring it but i left it at home

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Don't let me into my zone (i’m definitely in my zone)

Constant paranoid thinking. i was always alone , no love at home.

Said don't slap me u kissed her. meanwhile i'm at home

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

You left your nigga on his own

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

Looking back at my past raps can be real funny,

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

While you sit at home like a umpire

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Is how much goddamn pussy you can get at your home

Okay lets take a step back and look at my past history,

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee