This is a song about "Home"

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Simple bar spitting then going home

East with biggie and group home

Mami told me son, hold your own

Its a home run, your domes done, go home son

And get on down with this thc vision

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home

Full blast turn up the speakers at home

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

She goes on in, walks into his home,

So i ended up all alone

Runnin home invasions

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

So i parked in a tow-away zone

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