This is a song about "Home"

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

Yo, once stole a row home

Music that y'all condone

They're telling you too go home

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

Little latasha sho' grown

East with biggie and group home

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

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

Know i just call it head phone

I never had a place to call home

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

I thought van-city was home

I woulda done anything for my own

She goes on in, walks into his home,