This is a song about "Home"

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Put my number in your phone

I thought van-city was home

Runnin home invasions

That going through some things

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

They're telling you too go home

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

Know i just call it head phone

If u wanna get home

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home