This is a song about "Home"

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

And don't you bring your camera phone

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

Please sugar don't come alone

And i'ma call it my home

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

Your story ends its time to go home

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

Simple bar spitting then going home

Little latasha sho' grown

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

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