This is a song about "My home"

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

The kings get killed very least overthrown

My mind is on vacation but my body has arrived home

Long before i knew the significance of a comb

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

Freedoms in my zone, needs to be from home

That's why i'm dropping poems from my southern shotgun home,

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

The wake up, dawg get ya face off the pillow

Every wednesday when my father got home tho

An happy home, that's my fantasy

It ain't hard to make money

My cousins home town is new jersey

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

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