This is a song about "Going home"

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Full blast turn up the speakers at home

Be shy when we're all alone

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

Mami told me son, hold your own

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

I thought van-city was home

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Asshole flowers, going home

You're the corner stone

My dad going to work and never coming home,

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Simple bar spitting then going home