This is a song about "Home"

Put my number in your phone

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

Asshole flowers, going home

So i parked in a tow-away zone

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

Playing with fire is a danger zone

East with biggie and group home

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Runnin home invasions

Simple bar spitting then going home

I don't need no fucking throne

Know i just call it head phone

She goes on in, walks into his home,

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

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children