This is a song about "Lost my way home"

Not sayin' he was gay, when he lost battles, he paid that way

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

On our way home talking bout my lie daddys little lawyer

Pulled over on the way home still covered in blood

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

In home staring at my face

And pray for better days

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

Off the blunt end of a sharp blade he tastes, he's lost his way,

Am i doing this. but then i go home and my wife starts screamin cause im home

So he decided to stay out there in the universe is all alone..

Few days back my sister lost her son....

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

On his way back to home eya-eya o

We magnetizing the ghetto