This is a song about "Corey gaping at home"

Is how much goddamn pussy you can get at your home

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

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

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

But your the one whos stuck at home watchin him

While i was right here sitting here at home

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Whether teddy or pat

Home of the brave is where i'm at...

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

Mami told me son, hold your own

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

And that i spent the night with her

While you sit at home like a umpire