This is a song about "Home"

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

Hold on you can see my vision

Little latasha sho' grown

And i'ma call it my home

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

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

They're telling you too go home

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Full blast turn up the speakers at home

Yo, once stole a row home

Stop blowing up my cellphone

They bringing me fish and chips

Runnin home invasions

Now all i am is alone

U never being home,