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

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

And i'ma call it my home

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

Asshole flowers, going home

Now i'm in the zone

When hes coming home from jail

Ain't recieved any mail

I'da ran away from home years ago,

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

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

Normally i wouldn't take you from your cozy little home,

That's why i'm dropping poems from my southern shotgun home,

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

That naturally act like these raps is a mattress

Driving me crazy with this painting canvas