This is a song about "Make it home"

Or i’m never gonna make it.

Get the zippo and spark the shit

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

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Bet i'm heavy with that

Is what you make it, shake it

At the top/. make it drop,/

Let me see you walk

That it's been awhile

Wanted to make it worthwhile

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

And i'ma call it my home

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

They said id never make it

They try to bag the essence of youth, and then will drag it home,

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone