This is a song about "Home"

And millions of homeless people back home

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Little latasha sho' grown

I thought van-city was home

So beat me to the bone

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

Blackberry and t phone

And i'ma call it my home

Shit ain’t better alone

They're telling you too go home

Its a home run, your domes done, go home son

I ain't just rapping, i can make it happen