This is a song about "Home"

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Playin with fire is a danger zone

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

Asshole flowers, going home

Be shy when we're all alone

Nobody is going home

So i parked in a tow-away zone

Runnin home invasions

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

Runnin home invasions

Fuck, clean up on aisle six