This is a song about "Home"

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

Nobody is going home

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

Simple bar spitting then going home

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

Now all i am is alone

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Whip, plane, motions own

They're telling you too go home