This is a song about "Home"

They bringing me fish and chips

Runnin home invasions

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Asshole flowers, going home

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

Full blast turn up the speakers at home

Be shy when we're all alone

I never had a place to call home

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

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

And i'ma call it my home

And don't you bring your camera phone

So i parked in a tow-away zone

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

And millions of homeless people back home

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone