This is a song about "Go back to where you came from"

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Came back where i was raised, my city orlando,where i see a bunch of condos

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

Been to hell before yeah i came back

Arise through the group you came from

I don't care what it did to them

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

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

Came from town where everybody wears a frown and nobody ever swears

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

I don't know where to go,

Call me whatever joe

But i get some niggas need to feel wanted, the day you came back is the day

The social workers here everydaynow brenda's gotta make her own way

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Hopped up the plane came back from the future