This is a song about "Home"

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

Playing with fire is a danger zone

I thought van-city was home

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

And don't you bring your camera phone

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

So i guess you think you grown

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Ya, thats right now go walk home

Baby im in the zone

And i'ma call it my home