This is a song about "No home"

I thought van-city was home

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

They're telling you too go home

Shit ain’t better alone

Asshole flowers, going home

Please sugar don't come alone

Put my number in your phone

If u wanna get home

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Runnin home invasions

Simple bar spitting then going home

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

Put through the street, home was no place for me.

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Don't know why i'm knockin' on your head, cause there's no one home