This is a song about "Home"

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Simple bar spitting then going home

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

U never being home,

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

Playing with fire is a danger zone

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

Cold, my style making my nose run

They're telling you too go home

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,