This is a song about "Run along home"

To our own set of problems that we roasted along

But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone

While i'm rubbing on that ass

Along with the whole class

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Let's pretend he had a home to run, saving the days,

[ehehehhe] [fap noises] "they're dragging someone along!"

For real, you need to go away just like the rain song

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

Yea i'm livin' right these niggas dead wrong

Never one to follow along

We gonna be all the way gone

Is what i hear all along/