This is a song about "Coming home"

That he dont even own

Nobody is going home

When hes coming home from jail

Ha, dead broke tryna get a bail

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

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

I'm coming back to home again

Shit, we don't believe none of them

But this rap you never saw coming

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

They're telling you too go home

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Straight g thing, double m g thing

You won’t see it coming

My dad going to work and never coming home,

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