This is a song about "Home"

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

Put my number in your phone

Nobody is going home

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

That he dont even own

Yo, once stole a row home

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

Your story ends its time to go home

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone