This is a song about "Heather tatum"

This thing that you could imagine

Its a home run, your domes done, go home son

Asshole flowers, going home

That he dont even own

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Your story ends its time to go home

Now i'm in the zone

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Full blast turn up the speakers at home

Nobody is going home

Be shy when we're all alone

She goes on in, walks into his home,

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

U never being home,

Whip, plane, motions own