This is a song about "Home"

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

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

I woulda done anything for my own

And millions of homeless people back home

Little latasha sho' grown

And i'ma call it my home

Yo, once stole a row home

Blackberry and t phone

East with biggie and group home

They blowing up my phone

Please sugar don't come alone

Nobody is going home

Stop blowing up my cellphone

Full blast turn up the speakers at home