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

Nobody is going home

Playing with fire is a danger zone

Freedoms in my zone, needs to be from home

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

East with biggie and group home

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

Uhh i cant handle the crap i get from home

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

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

This thing that you could imagine

Bitch leme hit that home run

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Even when i'm home alone