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

Full blast turn up the speakers at home

Be shy when we're all alone

California girl, i'm feeling right at 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

Said don't slap me u kissed her. meanwhile i'm at home

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

While you sit at home like a umpire

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

Is how much goddamn pussy you can get at your home

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

Shout out to you shit talkers at my lunch table

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

At 36 yrs old she is way to young to go home.

This is bigger than life

Stuck at home alone with no wife