This is a song about "Home botton"

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Runnin home invasions

They're telling you too go home

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Full blast turn up the speakers at home

I thought van-city was home

Little latasha sho' grown

Your story ends its time to go home

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome