This is a song about "Home"

I thought van-city was home

Now all i am is alone

She goes on in, walks into his home,

I don't need no fucking throne

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

East with biggie and group home

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

Runnin home invasions

Without the sound of guns

So i ended up all alone

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home

Your story ends its time to go home

Lets get fucked up to the bone

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

Simple bar spitting then going home