This is a song about "Home"

You left your nigga on his own

Yo, once stole a row home

Be shy when we're all alone

I never had a place to call home

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

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

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

Long before i knew the significance of a comb

Whip, plane, motions own

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

I don't need no fucking throne

Your story ends its time to go home

Asshole flowers, going home

Put my number in your phone

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

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone