This is a song about "Back home p"

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

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

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

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

Please, go back home and come up with some better words

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

She said it really dont matter if its real though

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

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Go home back to yo mommy and whimper

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

M v p like steve nash

Playing with fire is a danger zone

I spit a few lines and i send em back home

In fly modei'm a homicidal outlawand five-o, get your lights on, fight long

I had a beautiful girlfriend back home but then i moved away which i was gone