This is a song about "Foster home"

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home

So i parked in a tow-away zone

Your story ends its time to go home

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

All i know is i'm a problem child turned foster child

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

They're telling you too go home

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

Escapin foster care.