This is a song about "Home jared"

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

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

Your story ends its time to go home

Be shy when we're all alone

And don't you bring your camera phone

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home

Runnin home invasions

Size 9 fly kicks

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

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

She’s a star if i ever seen one

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

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Simple bar spitting then going home

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

I'm definitely in a class of my own