This is a song about "Mom not coming home"

And we got history, let's repeat it the right way

He’s clearly not the one my mom expected on mother’s day

Now i'm living out my dreams

At least not until my mom leaves

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

None of that i rather go home safe and not havin mom whoop my ass,

With changes coming to a place known to me as home

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

Knock-knock, i'm coming in, even if you're not at home,

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

I'm coming back to home again

Not fucking enough to be contenders. just sad old men at home watching

Better pick a better option before these nikes get to stomping

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Headed home his son ran to his mom in excitement and hugged her strongly