This is a song about "Bring him home"

They blowing up my phone

Asshole flowers, going home

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

I bring the meat, you bring the cabbage, i bring the heat, you bring the draft picks,

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Dad said you never come home and visit him

They bringing me fish and chips

Runnin home invasions

C'mon, bring those soldiers home, because we've froze in defeat,

Just for my sanity baby right now you need to speak

Come on pick'em up, bring me back..bring me back!!!

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

Mami told me son, hold your own

East with biggie and group home

Simple bar spitting then going home

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