This is a song about "Home"

Mami told me son, hold your own

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

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

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

East with biggie and group home

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Ya, thats right now go walk home

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

Blackberry and t phone

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home