This is a song about "Living away from home"

God mc oh my god you gotta see

I cant get it away from me

Their aint no running away from the light,

I know your man ain't lovin you right

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Fucking slapstick emcees from your home to bronx

When hes coming home from jail

Ain't recieved any mail

Uhh i cant handle the crap i get from home

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

While living, at home with mommy and daddy, i sling dimes out the trunk of my black caddy,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

So stay the fuck away from me

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty