This is a song about "Home"

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

That he dont even own

U never being home,

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

I thought van-city was home

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

They're telling you too go home

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

Long before i knew the significance of a comb

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

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