This is a song about "Home"

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

Know i just call it head phone

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

Your story ends its time to go home

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

Nobody is going home

Now i'm in the zone

Heart made of stone

U never being home,

And millions of homeless people back home

Mami told me son, hold your own

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

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

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