This is a song about "Home"

If u wanna get home

Whip, plane, motions own

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

She goes on in, walks into his home,

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Simple bar spitting then going home

And millions of homeless people back home

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

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

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

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Runnin home invasions

Full blast turn up the speakers at home

I don't need no fucking throne

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home