This is a song about "Back home p"

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

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

I'm definitely in a class of my own

I spit a few lines and i send em back home

No, just put us on death row

On his way back to home eya-eya o

Go back home to hell and yell hey to stalin,

I can do it all and it ain't no problem

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Tryna grab a taxicab to take you back home

And all women who had light features, see

But i can't stop like r h c p

Making you run back home to lil mommy

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see