This is a song about "Headed back home"

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Let's head home, being left alone got old, just want the days from way back

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

When they come back home, they know there's always more/

Pack your back,go home,get the fuck out homo

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

But i overshine ain't no niggas over sean

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Am level headed getting head of a heifer,

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

Careful where your headed

Denim front been still kickin' ten zero

On his way back to home eya-eya o

Go home, never come back

My four-four's givin payback