This is a song about "Nigga aint home"

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

They're telling you too go home

Be shy when we're all alone

Simple bar spitting then going home

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Runnin home invasions

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Yo, once stole a row home

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

Mami told me son, hold your own

It's summer time so i've decided i aint going home

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

Nobody is going home

Little latasha sho' grown

If u wanna get home

Know i just call it head phone