This is a song about "Home of the jag"

Long nights of hearing about old boyfriends in her home

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

Home of the free and land of the wicked

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

At the end of the day he just wants to go home

Long before i knew the significance of a comb

They try to bag the essence of youth, and then will drag it home,

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

Still on my grind, got a lot of kids at home

Home of the rappin disease

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Cuz the bitches like us, but they love our home.