This is a song about "No place to call home"

No need for a call to the bull pen

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home

The kings get killed very least overthrown

With changes coming to a place known to me as home

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

Among dates i was thinking upon traits to take place but no trace come on fate

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

My home is a dome, no escape time to pack the vape,

In my head theres no place to escape what is not

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

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

But black kids come home to no father,

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for