This is a song about "Home"

Your story ends its time to go home

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

I thought van-city was home

You're the corner stone

A boy who feels his home, just ain't his home

I'm definitely in a class of my own

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

Just to match the grind with precision

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home

Now all i am is alone

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

They blowing up my phone

Full blast turn up the speakers at home

Little latasha sho' grown