This is a song about "Home"

And don't you bring your camera phone

She goes on in, walks into his home,

I don't need no fucking throne

Asshole flowers, going home

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Runnin home invasions

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Simple bar spitting then going home

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

And millions of homeless people back home

So beat me to the bone

I thought van-city was home