This is a song about "Home economics"

They're telling you too go home

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

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

Runnin home invasions

The jiggas and the tips

And the v12, that's on various trips

Runnin home invasions

I thought van-city was home

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

You left your nigga on his own

I don't need no fucking throne

Full blast turn up the speakers at home

Your son's e.t., he needs to go home

Smoke one stack straight to my dome