This is a song about "Home"

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

I thought van-city was home

So i guess you think you grown

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Your story ends its time to go home

Yo, once stole a row home

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

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

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

Little latasha sho' grown

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

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

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Ya, thats right now go walk home