This is a song about "Home"

Runnin home invasions

While scheming on hits

If u wanna get home

So beat me to the bone

So i guess you think you grown

They're telling you too go home

Put my number in your phone

Simple bar spitting then going home

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

Little latasha sho' grown

Your story ends its time to go home

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

I woulda done anything for my own

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone