This is a song about "Fuck mexicans go back to mexico"

Sit back,eat snack,watch me fuck you back to back

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

No, i need to go back, no i can't go back. i can't go back!

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

And where the fuck am i supposed to go,

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

Its times to go back to my throne in heaven

Refuse to even try and just go back to our roots,

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

Go back to your dungeon and dragons board

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Go back to where you came from- yes, i mean the kitchen

And start earning some cash to go back to the academy

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see