This is a song about "Sit here on my phone in my room all alone"

And i sit alone as my soul decays

Driving my car to a foreign place

Soon as i come home

In my house i'm all alone

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

On my own, i'm all alone like bastards when their mothers die

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Then we kicked in my room

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

Solitude but not all alone speaking to people on the phone

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

In the hood im well-o over they head sometimes

Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes