This is a song about "Bring him home"

Shit ain’t better alone

I thought van-city was home

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

Drives him crazy, always went home not feeling fine

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

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

In my search for fame will i change? i'm askin

Dad said you never come home and visit him

Cut him at the seam then dragged the fella home

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Runnin home invasions

They bringing me fish and chips

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

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

Bring it home and sell it on ebay and check out my cash stack