This is a song about "Home"

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

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

I'm definitely in a class of my own

You're the corner stone

And i'ma call it my home

Playing with fire is a danger zone

East with biggie and group home

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

U never being home,

Little latasha sho' grown

They're telling you too go home

Your story ends its time to go home

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Simple bar spitting then going home

Lets get fucked up to the bone