This is a song about "Home"

I never had a place to call home

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

She goes on in, walks into his home,

So i ended up all alone

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

The kings get killed very least overthrown

And millions of homeless people back home

Put my number in your phone

Ya, thats right now go walk home

And i'ma call it my home

Know i just call it head phone

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

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

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Simple bar spitting then going home