This is a song about "Home"

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

Now all i am is alone

Asshole flowers, going home

U never being home,

Back in my zone

And i'ma call it my home

Stop blowing up my cellphone

Nobody is going home

Blackberry and t phone

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

And millions of homeless people back home

I'm definitely in a class of my own