This is a song about "Home"

And don't you bring your camera phone

I thought van-city was home

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

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

U never being home,

So beat me to the bone

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

And millions of homeless people back home

Yo, once stole a row home

Please sugar don't come alone

A boy who feels his home, just ain't his home

I woulda done anything for my own

She goes on in, walks into his home,

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

The jiggas and the tips

Runnin home invasions