This is a song about "Home"

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

East with biggie and group home

I thought van-city was home

So i guess you think you grown

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home

Music that y'all condone

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

Playing with fire is a danger zone

Ya, thats right now go walk home

You're the corner stone

Asshole flowers, going home

So i parked in a tow-away zone

So i ended up all alone

Your story ends its time to go home

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home