This is a song about "Home skillet"

Like bacon, up on the skillet

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

Playing with fire is a danger zone

Your story ends its time to go home

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Asshole flowers, going home

She goes on in, walks into his home,

So i guess you think you grown

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

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

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

Lets get fucked up to the bone