This is a song about "Home"

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

So i parked in a tow-away zone

Now all i am is alone

Your story ends its time to go home

I don't need no fucking throne

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

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

East with biggie and group home

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

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

So i ended up all alone

Nobody is going home

So beat me to the bone

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home