This is a song about "Home"

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

East with biggie and group home

If u wanna get home

Now i'm in the zone

They're telling you too go home

Put my number in your phone

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

I never had a place to call home

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

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

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home