This is a song about "Let s go back home"

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

Because i’m ready to come back home/

And there's little to be glad for

Go home back to yo mommy and whimper

Your story ends its time to go home

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

We'll let you go but don't come back unless permission granted

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

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

Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song

Let me just go home and atempt to go and lay

I do it my way, mofuck' what ya'll say

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

Let the crazy nigga go,

Its a home run, your domes done, go home son

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun