This is a song about "Bring him home"

Put my number in your phone

And i'ma call it my home

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

But your the one whos stuck at home watchin him

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,

Becoming someone you don't recognize

So i can bring him back and hurt him twice

Nobody is going home

She wanna be grown

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Runnin home invasions

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

Money bring pain,money bring gain

If u wanna get home

Whip, plane, motions own