This is a song about "Back home p"

A shelter he can call home when there's no turning back

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

Go back home to hell and yell hey to stalin,

I want to fight the music on this one

Because i’m ready to come back home/

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

I spit a few lines and i send em back home

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Pack your back,go home,get the fuck out homo

Given her the tlc i'll never creep then

I'm coming back to home again