This is a song about "Home"

Yo, once stole a row home

Please sugar don't come alone

Nobody is going home

That he dont even own

So beat me to the bone

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

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

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Asshole flowers, going home

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Full blast turn up the speakers at home

I woulda done anything for my own

And millions of homeless people back home

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone