This is a song about "Home"

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

You left your nigga on his own

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

And millions of homeless people back home

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

Full blast turn up the speakers at home