This is a song about "Heather tatum"

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

After the club, gettin you open

Be shy when we're all alone

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Asshole flowers, going home

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Your story ends its time to go home

So i ended up all alone

Simple bar spitting then going home

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Tied up no squeaks fed em for weeks in the cement cellar," heather i'm steve

East with biggie and group home

Jt: my mom’s been so alone