This is a song about "Go home"

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

"mike go home" as i snatch the microphone

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

Let me just go home and atempt to go and lay

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Go home fuck you play a flute

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

You're no rap genius, so go home to your planet venus

Go back home to hell and yell hey to stalin,

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

So i try to verse the worst one first before the dope ones try to steal my throne

Am i doing this. but then i go home and my wife starts screamin cause im home

Go home to your mother

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her