This is a song about "We made it home"

There'd still be niggas out killing

I've made it in the building

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

Ima come to yo home with it

Gotti here, i’m in this shit

You're uncool like my mother kin

We made it to perfection

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

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

It's the belly of the beast, when we knock nobody's home,

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

Always and forever, thats the pinky promise we made.

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

And i'ma call it my home

Lets get fucked up to the bone