This is a song about "My home is not my home"

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

Ain't nothin' nice (been many places but this my home),

That's why i'm dropping poems from my southern shotgun home,

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

It was my home by i made die

When i'm low, she take me high

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

Ain't nothin' nice (seen many faces but this my home),

Im my own president while a home resident

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

Until you fucking comatose, i'll leave your broken bones, i'll hold the throne,

Am i doing this. but then i go home and my wife starts screamin cause im home

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Still on my grind, got a lot of kids at home