This is a song about "Home"

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Simple bar spitting then going home

And i'ma call it my home

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

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

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

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

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

Runnin home invasions

Not king james, these were coke kings

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

Gotta handle your own

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known