This is a song about "Home"

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

And millions of homeless people back home

They blowing up my phone

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

Know i just call it head phone

Simple bar spitting then going home

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

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

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

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

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

And i'ma call it my home