This is a song about "Home"

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

I never had a place to call home

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

If u wanna get home

So i guess you think you grown

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

Baby im in the zone

Please sugar don't come alone

They're telling you too go home