This is a song about "Home"

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

A boy who feels his home, just ain't his home

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

If u wanna get home

Baby im in the zone

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

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

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

I don't need no fucking throne

And i'ma call it my home

Your story ends its time to go home

Know i just call it head phone