This is a song about "Party at my home"

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

Gonna party hard at rail way terrain

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

Stop blowing up my cellphone

And i'ma call it my home

Turns around on me as i'm at home, cutting concerns into my skin

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

Get real hyphy at the party when you hear me

Malia family, we the family

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone