This is a song about "Home"

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

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

Full blast turn up the speakers at home

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

Simple bar spitting then going home

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Ya, thats right now go walk home

Music that y'all condone

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

Know i just call it head phone

Your story ends its time to go home

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home