This is a song about "Home"

And millions of homeless people back home

Playing with fire is a danger zone

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

If u wanna get home

You're the corner stone

I never had a place to call home

Put my number in your phone

I don't need no fucking throne

And i'ma call it my home

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

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

I thought van-city was home

Whip, plane, motions own

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home