This is a song about "Call home"

Simple bar spitting then going home

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Your story ends its time to go home

Please sugar don't come alone

And mama made miracles every thanksgivin'but now the road got rough, you're alone

I descend from creatures that walked before the sun shined on the planet you call home

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

A shelter he can call home when there's no turning back

I'm lucky that i got a better place to call home. no longer sad and alone.

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

Blackberry and t phone

Nobody is going home

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Mami told me son, hold your own

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

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone