This is a song about "Home"

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

East with biggie and group home

Mami told me son, hold your own

I woulda done anything for my own

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

Full blast turn up the speakers at home

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

Born alone, work alone, die alone

And i'ma call it my home

So i ended up all alone

When you spill out hits

Runnin home invasions

Your story ends its time to go home

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone