This is a song about "Make it home"

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

I would bring it but i left it at home

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

Ima come to yo home with it

But my dad didnt make it

Like he back that shit

Car with no limit what

I will make it abrupt

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

Bring it home and sell it on ebay and check out my cash stack

Fuck it you can take the mic home with you

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

I take it slow, get baked then say i'm never going home,

Or i’m never gonna make it.

You be on that stalker shit