This is a song about "Mobile home"

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

I thought van-city was home

Lets get fucked up to the bone

Nobody is going home

Your story ends its time to go home

Mami told me son, hold your own

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Like tapping in the mobile phones, in my chromosomes,

Playin' cee-lo, rolling dice, and talkin' on their mobile phones,

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

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

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

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Runnin home invasions

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

Simple bar spitting then going home