This is a song about "Home"

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

Well that was me then, now i'm an adult

I woulda done anything for my own

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

Baby im in the zone

If u wanna get home

I never had a place to call home

I don't need no fucking throne

Nobody is going home

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

So beat me to the bone

Ya, thats right now go walk home

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home