This is a song about "Home"

Runnin home invasions

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Know i just call it head phone

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Mami told me son, hold your own

Little latasha sho' grown

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

Full blast turn up the speakers at home

Lets get fucked up to the bone

Nobody is going home

That he dont even own

Runnin home invasions

I was playing with guns