This is a song about "Home"

Now i'm in the zone

Asshole flowers, going home

They down to do it all, i call 'em us open

Its a home run, your domes done, go home son

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

And i'ma call it my home

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

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

U never being home,

The king upon the throne

Runnin home invasions

Big stacks, no lego bricks