This is a song about "Long day from home"

Most times when a liquor all gone

Hanging out here all day long,

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday

And it happens from day to day

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Every day from 9 to five

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

Normally i wouldn't take you from your cozy little home,

Fucking slapstick emcees from your home to bronx

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though

I'da ran away from home years ago,

When they posten bail

When hes coming home from jail

And before the sun came up, he was gone

Having to put up with bullshit all day long