This is a song about "Home"

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

And don't you bring your camera phone

I never had a place to call home

Shit ain’t better alone

I thought van-city was home

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Mami told me son, hold your own

So i guess you think you grown

Simple bar spitting then going home

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

If u wanna get home

Music that y'all condone

Blackberry and t phone

Yo, once stole a row home