This is a song about "Lizzie walking home and making supper for david and suzzie"

So we're home, for the last time and jodi is going to die.

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

Are you hearing me right turn the sound up on the microphone

And, i'm sad and alone praying and wishing for my nigga to come home

These niggas is bothered, these critics be talking

And every day my mama drifts jobs like she's sleep-walking,

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound

And laugh at these idiots walking around

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back

It's supper time and i need my cheesy mac

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

You got burned now you walking home alone

Rawest practice and making

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing