This is a song about "Home"

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

And millions of homeless people back home

Yo, once stole a row home

Stop blowing up my cellphone

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

I thought van-city was home

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Asshole flowers, going home

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home

So i guess you think you grown

Nobody is going home

Put my number in your phone