This is a song about "Home security"

Put my number in your phone

East with biggie and group home

My lyrics are mistaken for national security bomb threats,

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Ball so hard can sneak through the security at the mall

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Runnin home invasions

'cuz some "homeland security" equals tons of profit makin'

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Your story ends its time to go home

Now all i am is alone

And i'ma call it my home

Shit ain’t better alone

U never being home,

Whip, plane, motions own