This is a song about "Home"

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

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

I thought van-city was home

Little latasha sho' grown

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Simple bar spitting then going home

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

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Full blast turn up the speakers at home

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Runnin home invasions

Nobody is going home

Please sugar don't come alone