This is a song about "Home skillet"

I never had a place to call home

Be shy when we're all alone

I thought van-city was home

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

I woulda done anything for my own

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

Now i'm in the zone

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

Would you capture it, or just let it slip

Like bacon, up on the skillet

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

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

Your story ends its time to go home

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome