This is a song about "Home"

Nobody is going home

She wanna be grown

If u wanna get home

Stop blowing up my cellphone

And millions of homeless people back home

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

A boy who feels his home, just ain't his home

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Runnin home invasions

When you spill out hits

Asshole flowers, going home

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone