This is a song about "Home fri"

Simple bar spitting then going home

Put my number in your phone

Gotta handle your own

U never being home,

Stop blowing up my cellphone

East with biggie and group home

The kings get killed very least overthrown

And millions of homeless people back home

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

She goes on in, walks into his home,

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

The i fri shit on friday

Runnin home invasions

Size 9 fly kicks

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

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone