This is a song about "Home invasions"

So beat me to the bone

Your son's e.t., he needs to go home

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

Music that y'all condone

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

They're telling you too go home

Whip, plane, motions own

I thought van-city was home

Runnin home invasions

When you spill out hits

She goes on in, walks into his home,

You left your nigga on his own

Yo, once stole a row home

I don't need no fucking throne

Runnin home invasions

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix