This is a song about "Home"

Lets get fucked up to the bone

Nobody is going home

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

Yo, once stole a row home

You left your nigga on his own

The jiggas and the tips

Runnin home invasions

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

Little latasha sho' grown

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

Your story ends its time to go home

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home