This is a song about "Liberia my home"

You left your nigga on his own

Freedoms in my zone, needs to be from home

This is no trial, this a closed case

In home staring at my face

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

It was my home by i made die

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Remainers; talking i need help with finding my way home

I can't even get some privacy in my own home

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

Cemetery is their new home, they couldnt handle my off the dome

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

But i do quite well with all the bait

Bringing them home and across my plate

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone