This is a song about "Being home"

This bounce beat shit

Fuck being counterfeit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

A boy who feels his home, just ain't his home

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

They're telling you too go home

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Runnin home invasions

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

And millions of homeless people back home

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

So get up off that slave ship

I’m being sarcastic,