This is a song about "Home"

East with biggie and group home

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

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

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Runnin home invasions

Size 9 fly kicks

Your story ends its time to go home

And don't you bring your camera phone

Asshole flowers, going home

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone