This is a song about "Home depot"

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

I thought van-city was home

Playing with fire is a danger zone

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

Me and my microphone could be one

Heart made of stone

Yo, once stole a row home

A boy who feels his home, just ain't his home

And don't you bring your camera phone

Asshole flowers, going home

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

My head space is bigger than the whole of home depot

Drop a c-note on strippers at the casino