This is a song about "Home"

Runnin home invasions

Got a nigga seein things

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

U never being home,

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

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Simple bar spitting then going home

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

Runnin home invasions

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Your story ends its time to go home