This is a song about "Home"

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

Nobody is going home

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

Know i just call it head phone

Simple bar spitting then going home

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

They're telling you too go home

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

And i'ma call it my home

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone