This is a song about "Home"

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

Music that y'all condone

U never being home,

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

And millions of homeless people back home

Lets get fucked up to the bone

Yo, once stole a row home

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home