This is a song about "Home"

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

She goes on in, walks into his home,

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

Your story ends its time to go home

You left your nigga on his own

Be shy when we're all alone

Simple bar spitting then going home

U never being home,

Gotta handle your own

Know i just call it head phone

Yo, once stole a row home

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

And millions of homeless people back home

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Runnin home invasions