This is a song about "Home"

Nobody is going home

I don't need no fucking throne

Yo, once stole a row home

Little latasha sho' grown

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home

Shit ain’t better alone

Simple bar spitting then going home

Be shy when we're all alone

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

Full blast turn up the speakers at home

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

Your story ends its time to go home

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

I thought van-city was home