This is a song about "Broken road to home"

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

The glare makes me hard to find

Floor it down the road to your mind

My home was broken by wreckin' balls

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

I like to roam like my dome find me in the road

Your bitch like to suck a nigga up until she choke

Yeah bitch this date's done

Streaks are made to broken

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

I told her all about how we been living a lie

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

On the road to riches, krs and bdp, and ready to die,

Do i know me? this plush body with a broken soul that i call home,

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone