This is a song about "Home"

Nobody is going home

You're the corner stone

So i parked in a tow-away zone

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

U never being home,

She wanna be grown

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

And millions of homeless people back home

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Be shy when we're all alone

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home