This is a song about "Home"

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Asshole flowers, going home

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

Playin with fire is a danger zone

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

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

And millions of homeless people back home

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

I thought van-city was home

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home