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

I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day

But in the midst of all this anger and this angstnever once did you heard me say

Go home, never come back

Sneak up on attack

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears

In the corner just laying by the store selling beers

And millions of homeless people back home

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day

The-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

Tryna grab a taxicab to take you back home

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

I'm coming back to home again

Hoes row got beans in them