This is a song about "We made it home"

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Always and forever, thats the pinky promise we made.

You don't mean that, you faggot

Just screaming fuck it i made it

So let's fight it,let's do it whole. flight breakage,we are comin' home.

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

If your man can't keep up wit you

I have almost made it through,

We made love with all sorts of passion

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

And i'ma call it my home

Know i just call it head phone