This is a song about "Home"

And millions of homeless people back home

Mami told me son, hold your own

Full blast turn up the speakers at home

And don't you bring your camera phone

Blackberry and t phone

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

I thought van-city was home

Runnin home invasions

Without the sound of guns

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

So i ended up all alone

U never being home,

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone