This is a song about "Mobile home"

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Rappers talk shit, they got no lines like cordless mobile phones,

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

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

Stop blowing up my cellphone

Yo, once stole a row home

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

Runnin home invasions

While scheming on hits

If u wanna get home

Mami told me son, hold your own

Asshole flowers, going home

This nigga jasper trying to get grown