This is a song about "Home"

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Your story ends its time to go home

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

They're telling you too go home

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

So i ended up all alone

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Playin with fire is a danger zone

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

Simple bar spitting then going home

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone