This is a song about "Home"

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Now all i am is alone

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

Nobody is going home

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

They're telling you too go home

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

She goes on in, walks into his home,

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Full blast turn up the speakers at home

They blowing up my phone

U never being home,