This is a song about "Not coming home"

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

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

In time we learned to live a life of crime

Drives him crazy, always went home not feeling fine

Lights coming up, night coming up,

What a mess! but we clean in the club

Not making any sense cause a box is what they home is..is what i don't like!

You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

They fuckin running ,motherfuckers coming

Shoe game bad yeah she might know something

That going through some things

Runnin home invasions

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

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

With changes coming to a place known to me as home

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own