This is a song about "Home"

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

And i'ma call it my home

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

Know i just call it head phone

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home

Runnin home invasions

Not king james, these were coke kings

Little latasha sho' grown

If u wanna get home

And get on down with this thc vision

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