This is a song about "Back home"

They bringing me fish and chips

Runnin home invasions

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

Go back home to hell and yell hey to stalin,

Tryna grab a taxicab to take you back home

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

I've been around the globe just to be sent back home

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

Go home, never come back

Sneak up on attack

You left your nigga on his own

Simple bar spitting then going home

Little latasha sho' grown

Because i’m ready to come back home/