This is a song about "Driving home from 7 11"

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Freedoms in my zone, needs to be from home

The sick fuck drags her into his car, driving home singing,

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

Cause there'll never be peace

Home of the rappin disease

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Even when i'm home alone

Top ranked, number one my son

Bitch leme hit that home run

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Didn't graduate from highs school from problems in my home,

I'da ran away from home years ago,

Where they find me, 16 on death row

Blackberry and t phone

And i'ma call it my home