This is a song about "Home"

I don't need no fucking throne

She goes on in, walks into his home,

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

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

Now all i am is alone

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

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

Nobody is going home

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

Little latasha sho' grown

And i'ma call it my home

Baby im in the zone

I thought van-city was home

Asshole flowers, going home

Please sugar don't come alone