This is a song about "Home"

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

She goes on in, walks into his home,

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

Your story ends its time to go home

Please sugar don't come alone

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

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

And i'ma call it my home

Little latasha sho' grown

Be shy when we're all alone

I thought van-city was home

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home