This is a song about "Home skillet"

Be shy when we're all alone

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

I thought van-city was home

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Yo, once stole a row home

I jive like bone

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

I'm definitely in a class of my own

And i'ma call it my home

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

Lets get fucked up to the bone

Simple bar spitting then going home

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Runnin home invasions

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

Its a home run, your domes done, go home son