This is a song about "New home"

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

Simple bar spitting then going home

Now i'm in the zone

East with biggie and group home

If u wanna get home

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Asshole flowers, going home

So i guess you think you grown

Nobody is going home

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

My cousins home town is new jersey

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

I'm definitely in a class of my own

When she brings home a new boyfriend her brother will be asking so many questions,

Say trill again ill overdose on vicodin to escape you're presence