This is a song about "Home"

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

Whip, plane, motions own

I thought van-city was home

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Yo, once stole a row home

Know i just call it head phone

U never being home,

Music that y'all condone

And i'ma call it my home

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

Full blast turn up the speakers at home

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

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

Playing with fire is a danger zone