This is a song about "Home"

Know i just call it head phone

Ya, thats right now go walk home

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Lets get fucked up to the bone

East with biggie and group home

U never being home,

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

So beat me to the bone

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home

So i parked in a tow-away zone

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

I never had a place to call home

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

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home