This is a song about "Home of the jag"

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

Cut him at the seam then dragged the fella home

Born alone, work alone, die alone

At the end of the day he just wants to go home

And i can get em all without lots of effort

When we already at the house full of our, home work

Like the pussy of the girl that i am taking home tonight

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

Man fuck this shit; yo, i'm goin' the fuck home

Long nights of hearing about old boyfriends in her home

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

That is a heck of a thing for the wife when you come home,

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne