This is a song about "Headed back home"

Me and you just need to talk a bit

Fuck im getting big headed

I spit a few lines and i send em back home

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Careful where your headed

My bitches fuck me good

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

I've been around the globe just to be sent back home

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Go back home to hell and yell hey to stalin,

On his way back to home eya-eya o

Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Hov and yeezy, stop the talk, i'm ready to come back home/

Please, go back home and come up with some better words

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards