This is a song about "Home"

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Runnin home invasions

East with biggie and group home

Stop blowing up my cellphone

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

Nobody is going home

She wanna be grown

Little latasha sho' grown

She goes on in, walks into his home,

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

And millions of homeless people back home