This is a song about "Coming home now"

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

They fuckin running ,motherfuckers coming

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Now listen you keep coming at me like that and you'll se the true side of me,

With changes coming to a place known to me as home

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

Now and days you finish up work and you coming home alone, you pack a bowl

Streakin' away and breakin' ma' way,cuz hell yeah that's how i roll.

Now go home, or get jumped like a pogo

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

My dad going to work and never coming home,

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

Now folks at home be like zoom just hit this cat with the same bar

Let my angel sing

Its been a long day coming,