This is a song about "Home"

And i'ma call it my home

Playin with fire is a danger zone

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

Long before i knew the significance of a comb

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

Simple bar spitting then going home

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Your story ends its time to go home

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

She goes on in, walks into his home,

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

A boy who feels his home, just ain't his home