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

I'da ran away from home years ago,

And i made it with that dope flow

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

Had to get carried home by his ma's friend and then the story began

When hes coming home from jail

And i'm raw, fish scale

Extreme scream coming from this crippled teen!

Exclusives, y'all never seen

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

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

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

But then i see my friend, dangling upside down from a beam

Long before i knew the significance of a comb

Knock-knock, i'm coming in, even if you're not at home,

Fucking slapstick emcees from your home to bronx

Hit the green like running backs with no yards