This is a song about "Home"

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Your story ends its time to go home

And the v12, that's on various trips

Runnin home invasions

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

And millions of homeless people back home

U never being home,

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

Whip, plane, motions own

If u wanna get home

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home