This is a song about "Home fri"

I thought van-city was home

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

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

Playin with fire is a danger zone

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Full blast turn up the speakers at home

You left your nigga on his own

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

And i'ma call it my home

You're the corner stone

Nobody is going home

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone