This is a song about "Home"

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

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

Lets get fucked up to the bone

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

Little latasha sho' grown

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

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

Full blast turn up the speakers at home

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

Ya, thats right now go walk home

Music that y'all condone

I never had a place to call home

Stop blowin' up my cell phone