This is a song about "Home"

Playin with fire is a danger zone

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

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

East with biggie and group home

So i guess you think you grown

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

Runnin home invasions

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Its a home run, your domes done, go home son

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Full blast turn up the speakers at home

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Now i'm in the zone

And i'ma call it my home