This is a song about "Home"

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Little latasha sho' grown

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

I'm definitely in a class of my own

If u wanna get home

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

And millions of homeless people back home

The kings get killed very least overthrown

They're telling you too go home

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

I thought van-city was home

Stop blowin' up my cell phone