This is a song about "Come home"

Runnin home invasions

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Nobody is going home

You left your nigga on his own

Come home later and find you dead from starvation.

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Now all i am is alone

U never being home,

Go home, never come back

The door crack, niggas all black

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

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

Good love then i can do that for her

But black kids come home to no father,

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

Ima come to yo home with it