This is a song about "Pantry home"

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

I thought van-city was home

They blowing up my phone

East with biggie and group home

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

And millions of homeless people back home

Playing with fire is a danger zone

Simple bar spitting then going home

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

Ya, thats right now go walk home

So beat me to the bone