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

Nobody is going home

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

I thought van-city was home

I'da ran away from home years ago,

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

Fucking slapstick emcees from your home to bronx

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Still living home with ya moms/

You pull up in parking lots

Normally i wouldn't take you from your cozy little home,

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Wow! when im home, its envy.

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

East with biggie and group home

Blackberry and t phone