This is a song about "Home"

I thought van-city was home

Mami told me son, hold your own

So i ended up all alone

I never had a place to call home

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Simple bar spitting then going home

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Yo, once stole a row home

You left your nigga on his own

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

I woulda done anything for my own

Your story ends its time to go home

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone