This is a song about "Home"

Asshole flowers, going home

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Ya, thats right now go walk home

Please sugar don't come alone

Be shy when we're all alone

I never had a place to call home

Mami told me son, hold your own

And i'ma call it my home

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

She goes on in, walks into his home,

A boy who feels his home, just ain't his home

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

And don't you bring your camera phone

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome