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

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

And i'ma call it my home

In home staring at my face

And pray for better days

Fucking slapstick emcees from your home to bronx

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

My brother's wreckles driving drives me insane.

I apologize i don't recollect your name

They say nothings ever free

So i went home to study

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

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

East with biggie and group home

Gotta handle your own