This is a song about "Home"

If u wanna get home

Shit ain’t better alone

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

Blackberry and t phone

I thought van-city was home

They blowing up my phone

And i'ma call it my home

Full blast turn up the speakers at home

Put my number in your phone

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

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

Simple bar spitting then going home

Stop blowing up my cellphone

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

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