This is a song about "Home"

She goes on in, walks into his home,

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

And i'ma call it my home

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

And don't you bring your camera phone

I never had a place to call home

Simple bar spitting then going home

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

You're the corner stone

Yo, once stole a row home

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Your story ends its time to go home

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

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home