This is a song about "A home"

Me and my microphone could be one

Its a home run, your domes done, go home son

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Got your head in a bag as i'm walking home,

Go home a nite to find that my mums brought a crate

Yeah, i think i'mma cop me that new estate

Now move back over here to the right

When he came home, battered from a bar fight.

You pussy emcees need to get a taxi home

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

Never finished school but u a lyricist used to staying at home

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

But i apologize for not walking you around

I go home with a crown and you go home with a frown

Soon as im home, yo, im cookin up a meal

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real