This is a song about "Home depot"

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

Go back to home depot, dude cuz you're a tool

And millions of homeless people back home

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

So i ended up all alone

U never being home,

This summer gone be mine though

On your fucking penis depot

I never had a place to call home

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

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

Please sugar don't come alone

And i'ma call it my home

Your story ends its time to go home

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone