This is a song about "Go big or go home"

New york, va, dc, get paid

And know they'll go home and mate

Ill go home and kill my beagle

No one notice your struggle

Shit ain’t better alone

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

I could go big, or it could explode in my face like a hand grenade.

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

I go home with a crown and you go home with a frown

You should go home somehow

Tell them hate now

Let me just go home and atempt to go and lay

Okay, fucking with me nigga no way