This is a song about "Home jared"

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

They're telling you too go home

Yo, once stole a row home

Whip, plane, motions own

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

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

I thought van-city was home

East with biggie and group home

Playin with fire is a danger zone

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

Born alone, work alone, die alone