This is a song about "Home"

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

And don't you bring your camera phone

East with biggie and group home

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

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

Playing with fire is a danger zone

I never had a place to call home

They're telling you too go home

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

And i'ma call it my home

Playin with fire is a danger zone

You left your nigga on his own

Nobody is going home

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

And millions of homeless people back home