This is a song about "Take you home"

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

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

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

Normally i wouldn't take you from your cozy little home,

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

Take them all off when we get home like goddam i'm blessed

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

The days i would take you home and tell you to bend over

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap

Take him home, my dogs tail will start to wag

She's rejecting all of me, my true self is what i've shown.

Three dorra extra fo dorra extra if you wanna take that shit home