This is a song about "Home"

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

They're telling you too go home

Runnin home invasions

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

And i'ma call it my home

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Your story ends its time to go home