This is a song about "Home"

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

Simple bar spitting then going home

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Ya, thats right now go walk home

The king upon the throne

Please sugar don't come alone

I thought van-city was home

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

Playin with fire is a danger zone

Be shy when we're all alone

East with biggie and group home

So i guess you think you grown

Yo, once stole a row home

I don't need no fucking throne

Nobody is going home