This is a song about "Being taken away from home"

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

Drop the microphone, now step the fuck away from it and just go home

Picture a place that they exist, together

Taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin on her...

All you wanna do is get that stick

Away from bein an alcoholic,

Fucking slapstick emcees from your home to bronx

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch

Nothins stopping me from being rich

He told blacks, if they get smacked, turn the other cheeki don't get it, so many questions went through my mind

I was taken away from reality i couldn't believe what i heard i was winded to find

Run away from the cars...

When bret hart meet brett farve