This is a song about "Home"

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Simple bar spitting then going home

I thought van-city was home

Now all i am is alone

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

Its a home run, your domes done, go home son

See with a district columbia vision

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

So i ended up all alone

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

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

They're telling you too go home

Yo, once stole a row home

I don't need no fucking throne