This is a song about "Friend coming home from uganda"

Fucking slapstick emcees from your home to bronx

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Uhh i cant handle the crap i get from home

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Freedoms in my zone, needs to be from home

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

My dad going to work and never coming home,

Extreme scream coming from this crippled teen!

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

There must be another route, way out

Im coming str8 from the underground

And when money is plenty, a lot of nigga's is friendly

These niggas think they coming home, they must have never seen spaghetti

I got 800 invisible men

I'm coming back to home again