This is a song about "Home"

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Nobody is going home

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

Lets get fucked up to the bone

Simple bar spitting then going home

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

Runnin home invasions

She likes the way it hits her lips

They blowing up my phone

If u wanna get home

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

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

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled