This is a song about "The home"

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

Be shy when we're all alone

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Home of the free and land of the wicked

Cuz the bitches like us, but they love our home.

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Like the pussy of the girl that i am taking home tonight

What it means to know your momma or your father on that pipe

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Hov and yeezy, stop the talk, i'm ready to come back home/

Home grown, is the g that i've shown.

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave