This is a song about "Home"

I don't need no fucking throne

Asshole flowers, going home

Born alone, work alone, die alone

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

Please sugar don't come alone

I thought van-city was home

She goes on in, walks into his home,

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

Shit ain’t better alone

Yo, once stole a row home

Mami told me son, hold your own

And millions of homeless people back home

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

East with biggie and group home

Know i just call it head phone

I never had a place to call home