This is a song about "Home"

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

Baby im in the zone

If u wanna get home

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

Simple bar spitting then going home

So i parked in a tow-away zone

I never had a place to call home

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

I thought van-city was home

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Full blast turn up the speakers at home