This is a song about "Coming home"

Yo, once stole a row home

Please sugar don't come alone

Shit ain’t better alone

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

But this rap you never saw coming

If they could cut out all the busting

I'm coming back to home again

I got 800 invisible men

Nobody is going home

Music that y'all condone

See, she would complained of the tested nature

Coming home to find his whore blowing the neighbor

Your stupid i'm through with your views, slowly stewing you fools, like a casserole

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

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

They're telling you too go home