This is a song about "Home"

Nobody is going home

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Please sugar don't come alone

So i guess you think you grown

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

And millions of homeless people back home

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

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

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

You're the corner stone

Ya, thats right now go walk home