This is a song about "Home"

You left your nigga on his own

And i'ma call it my home

Full blast turn up the speakers at home

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Music that y'all condone

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home

Little latasha sho' grown

Simple bar spitting then going home

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Bruce banner beat it up, then i turn into the hulk

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone