This is a song about "Going back houston"

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

They send us packin to houston and still they can't save her life.

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Money got my fam going back words

Acute, how you try to refute, obtuse fludes like juice dudes sip through in hous-ton/

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

Yeah, the sex in the sack

There is no going back

Keep going never look back

There's crack, there's crack

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Oh shit you thought eazy wasn't going back in it under the circumstance, but i

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

I'll be right back in a bit going to find a runaway and make her my bitch

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

You thought you were going all out but i'll send your ass back in like a curfew