This is a song about "Home"

Be shy when we're all alone

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

Ya, thats right now go walk home

And don't you bring your camera phone

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

I thought van-city was home

So i guess you think you grown

Simple bar spitting then going home

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

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

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone