This is a song about "I wanna go home"

Pockets probably like fried food

Go home fuck you play a flute

As soon as i go home and close the door

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

That's why all i want is you now

You should go home somehow

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home

The boy will be bound to go home thinking "what did i just get involved with?"

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

"mike go home" as i snatch the microphone

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

I go home with a crown and you go home with a frown

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

I ain't the kid you wanna go and diss when you suck