This is a song about "Home life"

So beat me to the bone

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

Please sugar don't come alone

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

Mami told me son, hold your own

East with biggie and group home

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

You left your nigga on his own

And i'ma call it my home

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Ya, thats right now go walk home

Asshole flowers, going home

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

Runnin home invasions

She likes the way it hits her lips