This is a song about "Home"

Lets get fucked up to the bone

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

Yo, once stole a row home

Blackberry and t phone

And i'ma call it my home

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

And millions of homeless people back home

Mami told me son, hold your own

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

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

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

She goes on in, walks into his home,

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

Baby im in the zone

Runnin home invasions

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix