This is a song about "Bring him home"

I said ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

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

Never really been into the ice

So i can bring him back and hurt him twice

So i guess you think you grown

And i'ma call it my home

This psychopath will bring the wrath

So chase the air hide your stash

Gotta handle your own

Yo, once stole a row home

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

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

Runnin home invasions

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Blackberry and t phone

U never being home,