This is a song about "Make it home"

Get the zippo and spark the shit

Loves whatever you make it

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Way too stoned to make it home so i passed out in the streets

So let's fight it,let's do it whole. flight breakage,we are comin' home.

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

But my dad didnt make it

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

Fuck it you can take the mic home with you

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

It went from comin home late to inhalin smoke in my brain

They said id never make it

And talk some more shit