This is a song about "Pantry home"

Big stacks, no lego bricks

Runnin home invasions

Your son's e.t., he needs to go home

That he dont even own

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

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

I never had a place to call home

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

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

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

And millions of homeless people back home

Simple bar spitting then going home

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone