This is a song about "Home"

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

And millions of homeless people back home

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

They're telling you too go home

Your story ends its time to go home

Little latasha sho' grown

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

U never being home,

Simple bar spitting then going home

And don't you bring your camera phone

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

Asshole flowers, going home

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

Music that y'all condone

Whip, plane, motions own

And i'ma call it my home