This is a song about "Home"

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

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

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

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

Runnin home invasions

When you spill out hits

Simple bar spitting then going home

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

And i'ma call it my home

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

I don't need no fucking throne

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home