This is a song about "Fuck your home"

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Everytime im by your side, is when im really at home.

Got your head in a bag as i'm walking home,

The kings get killed very least overthrown

The sick fuck drags her into his car, driving home singing,

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Man fuck this shit; yo, i'm goin' the fuck home

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Fuck your fucken sex fuck your candy

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

Long before i knew the significance of a comb

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

Your son's e.t., he needs to go home

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Fucking slapstick emcees from your home to bronx