This is a song about "Come home"

But black kids come home to no father,

And i ain't frontin for her

Hov and yeezy, stop the talk, i'm ready to come back home/

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

Simple bar spitting then going home

Boy in a flash its like you start to replace him

Come home later and find you dead from starvation.

Ima come to yo home with it

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

Until you fucking comatose, i'll leave your broken bones, i'll hold the throne,

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

U never being home,

So i guess you think you grown

And i'ma call it my home

Baby im in the zone