This is a song about "Home"

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

Born alone, work alone, die alone

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

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

Runnin home invasions

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

And millions of homeless people back home

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

All green nigga pick six

Runnin home invasions

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone