This is a song about "Home"

I never had a place to call home

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Mami told me son, hold your own

Your story ends its time to go home

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

Music that y'all condone

I thought van-city was home

You left your nigga on his own

East with biggie and group home

And millions of homeless people back home

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Runnin home invasions

Been spending most our lives

If u wanna get home

So beat me to the bone