This is a song about "Home"

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Simple bar spitting then going home

Stop blowing up my cellphone

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Runnin home invasions

U never being home,

Be shy when we're all alone

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

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

And i'ma call it my home

Little latasha sho' grown

And millions of homeless people back home

The kings get killed very least overthrown

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone