This is a song about "Home"

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Runnin home invasions

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Little latasha sho' grown

Runnin home invasions

That going through some things

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

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

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

With such an ugly picture in it and

Gotta handle your own

Ya, thats right now go walk home

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Its a home run, your domes done, go home son

They say that karats help your vision