This is a song about "Home"

I never had a place to call home

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

Put my number in your phone

East with biggie and group home

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

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

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

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

Stop blowing up my cellphone

Insubordinate for good reason

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

You left your nigga on his own

Nobody is going home

Big stacks, no lego bricks

Runnin home invasions