This is a song about "Home"

And i'ma call it my home

And don't you bring your camera phone

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

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

Be shy when we're all alone

East with biggie and group home

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

I thought van-city was home

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

Your story ends its time to go home

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Runnin home invasions

She likes the way it hits her lips