This is a song about "Raid on a home"

I don't know what you heard about

Gets home after a night out

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

I never had a place to call home

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

A fly by air raid wit a bombardment of brilliance

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

I'm thinking i need a friend to drive me home

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

They might send me home in a minute, ill be home in a minute

Fuck a pest, we ain't in raid drought

Cause i fuck all her brains out

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Its a home run, your domes done, go home son

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen