This is a song about "Home"

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home

That he dont even own

Nobody is going home

And millions of homeless people back home

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

Know i just call it head phone

I thought van-city was home

Runnin home invasions

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Simple bar spitting then going home

Born alone, work alone, die alone

So i guess you think you grown

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

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