This is a song about "Home"

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Runnin home invasions

You're the corner stone

I thought van-city was home

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

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

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

She goes on in, walks into his home,

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

Full blast turn up the speakers at home

Put my number in your phone

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

75. i'll be sleeping at home,