This is a song about "Go home"

Go back home to hell and yell hey to stalin,

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

Go home to your mother

When we not in summer

Fuck your pussy bars,go home take contraptive pills

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Ya, thats right now go walk home

Whip, plane, motions own

So pussy go back home,go school,ur shit mind is wrong

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

Never wrong at any level

Go home write something suspenseful

Now go home, or get jumped like a pogo

I gonna take it really nice and slow

Isn't cool at your home or your school.its the innocent kids that go home and cry

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die