This is a song about "Home"

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

I never had a place to call home

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Simple bar spitting then going home

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Size 9 fly kicks

Runnin home invasions

Nobody is going home

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

They're telling you too go home

Shit ain’t better alone

Asshole flowers, going home

Smoke one stack straight to my dome