This is a song about "Home"

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

Yo, once stole a row home

I thought van-city was home

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

A boy who feels his home, just ain't his home

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

And millions of homeless people back home

Playin with fire is a danger zone

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

That he dont even own

East with biggie and group home

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone