This is a song about "Mobile home"

And i'ma call it my home

Know i just call it head phone

Be shy when we're all alone

They're telling you too go home

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

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

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

I turned down a quarter mil to pitch a mobile phone

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Asshole flowers, going home

And millions of homeless people back home

I'm definitely in a class of my own