This is a song about "Hold on we re going home"

I do the right thing

And we try to keep going

They say i need growing

Are feet as we keep going,

Playin with fire is a danger zone

Nobody is going home

She would drive the toys plus ride the boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

I don't need no fucking throne

Simple bar spitting then going home

We should be going on raids, killing all fags

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Maybe i lack the fortitude to try to court you

It's strange looking back on those changes we were going through