This is a song about "Home"

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

Little latasha sho' grown

I never had a place to call home

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

Runnin home invasions

It's moe, all i need is more chips

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

Runnin home invasions

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

And don't you bring your camera phone

Nobody is going home

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

And millions of homeless people back home