This is a song about "Home security"

To wasting afflicted by the curse of addiction to security an pension

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

And i'ma call it my home

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

East with biggie and group home

Little latasha sho' grown

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

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

It sends you loopy, crazy, quirky, and gives you a false sense of security,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Runnin home invasions

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Been spending most our lives

Runnin home invasions

Baby i can see that you don't recognize mei'm shock g: the one who put the satin on your panties

Its for security, because if you decide to leave, i want the ability to still breathe.