This is a song about "Home"

She goes on in, walks into his home,

So i ended up all alone

Runnin home invasions

Cause we been off them slave ships

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

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

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

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

So i guess you think you grown

Asshole flowers, going home

Be shy when we're all alone

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

I thought van-city was home

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

You gotta learn how to walk on your own