This is a song about "Home"

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

Your story ends its time to go home

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

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

Lets get fucked up to the bone

Full blast turn up the speakers at home

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

I never had a place to call home