This is a song about "Home"

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Been spending most our lives

Runnin home invasions

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

U never being home,

Lets get fucked up to the bone

If u wanna get home

Yo, once stole a row home

Little latasha sho' grown

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

I thought van-city was home

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Simple bar spitting then going home

And don't you bring your camera phone