This is a song about "Party at my home"

Playing with fire is a danger zone

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

In home staring at my face

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

Crew at my house and we party every weekend so

Shotgun in the drop made a right

So they sit at home terrified,

Hope all over again, we can start

Missed my cousins party, held at the park.

Gonna party hard at rail way terrain

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

Sitting at home thinking "man where could my father be?"

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

Don't let me into my zone (i’m definitely in my zone)

Constant paranoid thinking. i was always alone , no love at home.