This is a song about "Home girl"

I thought van-city was home

So i ended up all alone

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Stop blowing up my cellphone

And he, what's his name, earl

Won't ya swallow that girl

Simple bar spitting then going home

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

The girl gets home kinda late because she's drunk

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

They're telling you too go home

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

Playin with fire is a danger zone

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home