This is a song about "Finding a way back home"

In the hopes of gettin' lucky and finding a way

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

Grab a gauge on my way back to the carnival

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Go back to home depot, dude cuz you're a tool

But she forgot about the golden rule

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

Let's head home, being left alone got old, just want the days from way back

I had a beautiful girlfriend back home but then i moved away which i was gone

One way or another you'll be givin it up, huhi guess cause i'm black born

Went back on the way back back

Snapple fact: you rather wack

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

And millions of homeless people back home

Because i’m ready to come back home/

Mami told me son, hold your own