This is a song about "Home fri"

Put my number in your phone

I thought van-city was home

And millions of homeless people back home

Mami told me son, hold your own

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

Runnin home invasions

Not king james, these were coke kings

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home

Know i just call it head phone

They blowing up my phone

East with biggie and group home

Ya, thats right now go walk home

Jt: my mom’s been so alone