This is a song about "Home"

Runnin home invasions

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

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

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

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

Know i just call it head phone

East with biggie and group home

If u wanna get home

I don't need no fucking throne

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

I woulda done anything for my own

Now i'm in the zone

Yo, once stole a row home

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

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