This is a song about "Home"

And millions of homeless people back home

Mami told me son, hold your own

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Gotta handle your own

I thought van-city was home

Simple bar spitting then going home

I woulda done anything for my own

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

If u wanna get home

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

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

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

I never had a place to call home