This is a song about "No home"

You're the corner stone

Asshole flowers, going home

Ain't come from no happy home, my pain y'all cannot decode

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

Constant paranoid thinking. i was always alone , no love at home.

Are you hearing me right turn the sound up on the microphone

Music that y'all condone

Nobody is going home

And that i spent the night with her

But black kids come home to no father,

Know i just call it head phone

If u wanna get home

You think life's nice and make money at home sipping coke no

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

A shelter he can call home when there's no turning back