This is a song about "Come back to me"

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

Why must you make me come back to you and then make you eat it

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Then after knowing all the facts, come back and battle me

Then i come back to my mom's body

I got the right to be cocky

If you got a problem then please come back at me

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Can't wait to see your karma come back around i am not coming back

Come back to reality/ relatives begging's to start a family/

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

It will always come back and haunt me

Could i make you my baby

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

And a back rub come slut give me a reason to reply