This is a song about "Coming home from school and you lose your house"

Yet all you do is stay home, beat your dick, and sit

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

To this day, the game, will never be the same

I'm gonna lose my mind just from the sound of your name.

When hes coming home from jail

My mom broke but she posted the bail

You think you are cool cuz you came from usa's school.

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

You knew where i was coming from and would even add on

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Fucking slapstick emcees from your home to bronx

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

Didn't graduate from highs school from problems in my home,