This is a song about "Home"

I never had a place to call home

I woulda done anything for my own

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

Baby im in the zone

Yo, once stole a row home

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

Gotta handle your own

And i'ma call it my home

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

And millions of homeless people back home