This is a song about "Home security"

Shit ain’t better alone

I thought van-city was home

Security is shouting that i gotta get out

Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

Your story ends its time to go home

Put my number in your phone

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Whilst these others fucks workin security guard

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

Yo, once stole a row home

Know i just call it head phone

They're telling you too go home

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Instant, spontaneous combustion of your security