This is a song about "Drinking at home foosball table"

Riding around with ms. reece and them

Or when there home drinking like they in heaven

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there.

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

I would bring it but i left it at home

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

At the end of the day he just wants to go home

I'm just thinking from reefer keep on talking from liquor

An still blaming me but we sit at the same table for dinner

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

So i parked in a tow-away zone

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

I was alone on the fone cause no one answered at home

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