This is a song about "Home"

And don't you bring your camera phone

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

I thought van-city was home

Shit ain’t better alone

They're telling you too go home

Baby im in the zone

Yo, once stole a row home

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

And i'ma call it my home

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Long before i knew the significance of a comb

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

East with biggie and group home

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome