This is a song about "Concept of home"

They try to bag the essence of youth, and then will drag it home,

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

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

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

Like the pussy of the girl that i am taking home tonight

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Home of the brave is where i'm at...

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

Wiz khalifa's gear none of that shitty home grown

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

Don't even try to cry your way out of this, you're almost home,