This is a song about "Driving home from 7 11"

I miss you at my recent show

I'da ran away from home years ago,

I'm capital grief , driving from the back of the seat,

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

Freedoms in my zone, needs to be from home

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Still living home with ya moms/

The sick fuck drags her into his car, driving home singing,

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

And i'ma call it my home

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home