This is a song about "We made it home"

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

We made fun out of our jazz talks

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

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

Y'all would be so confused as to how we made it up,

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

We moved every year to a new home new town

Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down

Like every single wish we ever made

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Cant wait for the day where i can wake up and say "look momma we made it"

My talent should take me places i've never been

We made love with all sorts of passion

The real muscle in the message of that

I gets money,aint it's funny how we made it!