This is a song about "Home"

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

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

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

Playin with fire is a danger zone

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

And i'ma call it my home

Baby im in the zone

I was playing with guns

Runnin home invasions

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

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

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home