This is a song about "Locked at home"

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

Sent away in the box, locked at the top of the ghetto,

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

Never finished school but u a lyricist used to staying at home

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

While i was right here sitting here at home

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

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

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

He'll be at home jacking off later

Born alone, work alone, die alone

I would bring it but i left it at home

Run for cover and return fire

While you sit at home like a umpire