This is a song about "My home"

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Im my own president while a home resident

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

In home staring at my face

Don't you fall from grace

Same shit you said yesterday

My cousins home town is new jersey

Bringing them home and across my plate

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

Didn't graduate from highs school from problems in my home,

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

Ain't nothin' nice (seen many faces but this my home),