This is a song about "Home"

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

Yo, once stole a row home

Gotta handle your own

Mami told me son, hold your own

Nobody is going home

Asshole flowers, going home

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Playin with fire is a danger zone

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

Little latasha sho' grown

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home