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

Because man you better get writing, but there is still a feeling i'm finding

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

I spit a few lines and i send em back home

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

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

I'm definitely in a class of my own

And millions of homeless people back home

Almost like finding all marshmallows in a box of lucky charms cereal.

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

On his way back to home eya-eya o

Mmg chain, lookin' like a light show

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

At 36 yrs old she is way to young to go home.