This is a song about "Home"

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Gotta handle your own

Ya, thats right now go walk home

So i ended up all alone

Yo, once stole a row home

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

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

They're telling you too go home

They blowing up my phone

Your story ends its time to go home

So i parked in a tow-away zone

Mami told me son, hold your own

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

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

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