This is a song about "Raid on a home"

Clown on the block, thinkin that this is your home

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

I spit a few lines and i send em back home

While you sit at home like a umpire

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

After that, i'll come home to a smile on my little daughters face/

Mami told me son, hold your own

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

A boy who feels his home, just ain't his home

Born alone, work alone, die alone

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

A fly by air raid wit a bombardment of brilliance