This is a song about "Home"

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Playing with fire is a danger zone

Simple bar spitting then going home

U never being home,

I don't need no fucking throne

Nobody is going home

Whip, plane, motions own

If u wanna get home

Mami told me son, hold your own

Ya, thats right now go walk home

So beat me to the bone

They blowing up my phone

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

Your story ends its time to go home

Smoke one stack straight to my dome