This is a song about "Home"

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

Nobody is going home

Put my number in your phone

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home

Know i just call it head phone

She wanna be grown

And i'ma call it my home

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Simple bar spitting then going home

If u wanna get home

So i ended up all alone

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

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

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and