This is a song about "Home"

Nobody is going home

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

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

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

I woulda done anything for my own

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

Asshole flowers, going home

Mami told me son, hold your own

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

U never being home,

Know i just call it head phone

And millions of homeless people back home

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone