This is a song about "Home"

Runnin home invasions

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

They're telling you too go home

The kings get killed very least overthrown

You left your nigga on his own

Yo, once stole a row home

Simple bar spitting then going home

I don't need no fucking throne

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Runnin home invasions

Size 9 fly kicks