This is a song about "Home"

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Asshole flowers, going home

Be shy when we're all alone

I thought van-city was home

Now all i am is alone

She goes on in, walks into his home,

And i'ma call it my home

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

Gotta handle your own

Nobody is going home

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

Ya, thats right now go walk home

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

I'm definitely in a class of my own