This is a song about "Coming back and fighting"

Im leaving this city, dont plan on coming back

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Oh shit reverse the hearse , the curse of eazy coming back slowly and it lurch,

Kind of chill but every now and then i get this violent urge,

Cause what's done is in the past it ain't never coming back

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Im the best thats up and coming,

Be coming back again, over denyin'

"stay strong, keep your faith in god," what i told him

But one day we will all come fighting back

Can't win with a passive attack

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

The white and black are fighting back, explode like space comets,

Vijay singh and all of them

I'm coming back to home again