This is a song about "Home"

U never being home,

So i ended up all alone

Asshole flowers, going home

Music that y'all condone

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

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Simple bar spitting then going home

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

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

East with biggie and group home

Shit ain’t better alone

Nobody is going home

I don't need no fucking throne

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone