This is a song about "Long day from home"

Going to nyc from long island

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

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

Fucking slapstick emcees from your home to bronx

I miss the blue eyes i stared into all day long,

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

O.d. was in the weight room all his life

Every day from 9 to five

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

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

I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday

Ur just a retard mothfcker ive seen after a long day,

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

Long nights of hearing about old boyfriends in her home

Wasn't long 'for she found herself at home in his sweaters,

I refuse to be another being on this earth