This is a song about "Home"

You're the corner stone

Nobody is going home

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home

Music that y'all condone

I thought van-city was home

Little latasha sho' grown

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

Yo, once stole a row home

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

And the v12, that's on various trips

Runnin home invasions

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home