This is a song about "Come back home"

I come home late from work, and it’s been a tough night,

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

That is a heck of a thing for the wife when you come home,

Could just leave and never come back

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

C-diamonds home. come talk ill give advice to rap like me

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

For thinkin you would come back

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

But you can always change and come back

This is why her nigga mad

Tryna grab a taxicab to take you back home

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

But black kids come home to no father,

And bet this, i'm a mothafucking monster