This is a song about "Home"

Mami told me son, hold your own

I never had a place to call home

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

I thought van-city was home

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

Be shy when we're all alone

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Runnin home invasions

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Now all i am is alone

Simple bar spitting then going home

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone