This is a song about "Home"

And millions of homeless people back home

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

So i guess you think you grown

I thought van-city was home

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

They bringing me fish and chips

Runnin home invasions

So beat me to the bone

Yo, once stole a row home

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

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

They blowing up my phone

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

They're telling you too go home