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

Yeh, yeh, yeh coming from a time were

And bet this, i'm a mothafucking monster

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

I'm thinking i need a friend to drive me home

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

Fucking slapstick emcees from your home to bronx

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

I'm coming back to home again

What you think i flow for? y'all niggas is old dog

Coming straight from the sands, i'm lost in a grain of thought

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

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

Now and days you finish up work and you coming home alone, you pack a bowl

But since then i've fucking murdered every artist on patrol!