This is a song about "Home"

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

Well that was me then, now i'm an adult

She goes on in, walks into his home,

I woulda done anything for my own

You left your nigga on his own

Ya, thats right now go walk home

So i guess you think you grown

And i'ma call it my home

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

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

And millions of homeless people back home

Playing with fire is a danger zone

Asshole flowers, going home

Playin with fire is a danger zone

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

East with biggie and group home