This is a song about "Home front"

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Runnin home invasions

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

I'm definitely in a class of my own

What them tippers don't see

Staircase in front of me,

Fuckin, smokin blunts, sexy models in the front

Don't know her name those ain't really important

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Asshole flowers, going home

And don't you bring your camera phone

I thought van-city was home

Now all i am is alone

East with biggie and group home

In front of the pastor

When you talkin illest rapper