This is a song about "Home"

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

Ya, thats right now go walk home

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

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

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

If u wanna get home

Back in my zone

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

I'm definitely in a class of my own