This is a song about "We made it home"

I have almost made it through,

It may be not the same for you

Just screaming fuck it i made it

It shows i know a bit

We made fun out of our jazz talks

They calling me often to offer me walls

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

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

Diploma ill smiling like momma we made it. i swear to god im so hot

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

I would bring it but i left it at home

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

And i'ma call it my home

Shit ain’t better alone