This is a song about "Coming home now"

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

My dad going to work and never coming home,

So now you can mourn for your fam while im back home playing cod ghosts all day,

Turnt up like everyday only question which club i'mma hit today

Summer time is coming now, so normally we'd wild out

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought

Drop the microphone, now step the fuck away from it and just go home

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

Just the nothing coming

We no longer close or nothing

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Knock-knock, i'm coming in, even if you're not at home,

These niggas think they coming home, they must have never seen spaghetti

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Coming at me with weak lines your reputation is now tarnished.

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list