This is a song about "Not coming back home"

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Making you run back home to lil mommy

Coming straight at yah watch yah back

Top dropped down, black on black

Can't wait to see your karma come back around i am not coming back

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

When hes coming home from jail

That’s what i call a fairy tale

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

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

These niggas think they coming home, they must have never seen spaghetti

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

Go home, never come back

You got reason to brag

I'm coming back relaxed with my head back

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack