This is a song about "Driving home to cincinnati"

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

But black kids come home to no father,

Huh, i can't interpret her

But black kids come home to no father,

Tryna grab a taxicab to take you back home

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

And my grandmother dying

And garage for what i'm driving.

I'm thinking i need a friend to drive me home

Playing with fire is a danger zone

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

You will do anything to get in the driving seat

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

At the end of the day he just wants to go home