This is a song about "Home"

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

I'm in tha zone

Yo, once stole a row home

So i guess you think you grown

If u wanna get home

East with biggie and group home

Now all i am is alone

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

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

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

Baby im in the zone