This is a song about "Home"

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

I thought van-city was home

Nobody is going home

Blackberry and t phone

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

I never had a place to call home

And i'ma call it my home

Know i just call it head phone

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

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