This is a song about "Going home"

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Yo, once stole a row home

Shit ain’t better alone

They're telling you too go home

And i'ma call it my home

So i parked in a tow-away zone

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

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

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

You're going home alone cause homies show you to the exit

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

So we're home, for the last time and jodi is going to die.

My dad going to work and never coming home,

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known