This is a song about "Home"

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

And millions of homeless people back home

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Mami told me son, hold your own

Your story ends its time to go home

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

She goes on in, walks into his home,

So i guess you think you grown

Yo, once stole a row home

Ya, thats right now go walk home

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Now i'm in the zone

75. i'll be sleeping at home,