This is a song about "Walking home alone"

But since then i've fucking murdered every artist on patrol!

Now and days you finish up work and you coming home alone, you pack a bowl

Where you feel most at home never can be alone chilling with a blunts hug

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

I'll come up to you, spray you down, and drive-by when you're home alone,

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

Let's head home, being left alone got old, just want the days from way back

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

I just feel so alone

Put my number in your phone

All i can do is sit at home alone, self secluded

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

Alone again in a broken home, but only the weak cry

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die