This is a song about "Home work"

If u wanna get home

Know i just call it head phone

I come home late from work, and it’s been a tough night,

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

So i guess you think you grown

Yo, once stole a row home

I work hard, nigga put in work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

You'll never be late for work

Too focused, one word

My dad going to work and never coming home,

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

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

Nobody is going home

Misunderstood, respected, so i give it all my effort

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