This is a song about "Back home"

They're telling you too go home

Playin with fire is a danger zone

I thought van-city was home

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

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

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Runnin home invasions

I got something you've been waiting for

When they come back home, they know there's always more/

I'm coming back to home again

Flyer then the rest of them

Go back home to hell and yell hey to stalin,

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though