This is a song about "At home past"

He'll be at home jacking off later

The only time i flirt with her

Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday

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

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Baby all i do is rap

Home of the brave is where i'm at...

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Is how much goddamn pussy you can get at your home

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

And once he's gone, the nasty realization that i'm all alone.

I look back at the faded past whenever i just didn't yearn,

For them to see just who they would knowbut for me i held concern