This is a song about "Home"

Lets get fucked up to the bone

Yo, once stole a row home

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

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

Please sugar don't come alone

If u wanna get home

I thought van-city was home

Now all i am is alone

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

East with biggie and group home

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home

Gotta handle your own

Nobody is going home