This is a song about "We made it home"

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.

We forever be real, we' are made of teal

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

Ima come to yo home with it

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

My nigga made it, we just young, living the motherfucking dream.

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

Always and forever, thats the pinky promise we made.

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

We made love with all sorts of passion

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

We made fun out of our jazz talks