This is a song about "Nursing home"

Whip, plane, motions own

Nobody is going home

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Your story ends its time to go home

And don't you bring your camera phone

Because i’m ready to come back home/

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Now all i am is alone

Not king james, these were coke kings

Runnin home invasions

I woulda done anything for my own

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

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone