This is a song about "Take you home"

They're telling you too go home

Be shy when we're all alone

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

They always watching you, even out in your own home

Tryna grab a taxicab to take you back home

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Making you run back home to lil mommy

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

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

Although the route's foul, we need similac powder

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

But you see i've found the key, the doorway to home,

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

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne