This is a song about "Home"

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

Ya, thats right now go walk home

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Playing with fire is a danger zone

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

You left your nigga on his own

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

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

Your story ends its time to go home

And i'ma call it my home

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

Asshole flowers, going home

You're the corner stone