This is a song about "Gang at home"

And then along came the wrong man for her

While you sit at home like a umpire

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

Home of the brave is where i'm at...

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Full blast turn up the speakers at home

Constant paranoid thinking. i was always alone , no love at home.

So he decided to stay out there in the universe is all alone..

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

I was alone on the fone cause no one answered at home

In home staring at my face

But i'm not in the first place

You killed da nigga i bet his parents at home waiting

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

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