This is a song about "Came back"

Came back where i was raised, my city orlando,where i see a bunch of condos

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

You left for a year came back

Now it all came back on her, doesn't even look like she's fifty three

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

I came back, blood stains all over the carpet.

Came back safe an sound, oh wait

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

The 2.0 feelin like when jesus came back, the hulio of rap

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

But i get some niggas need to feel wanted, the day you came back is the day

N-i-c in rikers island, downstateall the peoples i met along the way

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Came back from parents evening, got my grades