This is a song about "Take you home"

Take him home, my dogs tail will start to wag

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Fuck your pussy bars,go home take contraptive pills

You got burned now you walking home alone

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Even if i ever leave now

You should go home somehow

Finna take them home after midnight

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

They always watching you, even out in your own home

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Soulja boy tell 'em did better then the regular

I take home billions and pay my workers eight bucks an hour,