This is a song about "Pantry home"

When you spill out hits

Runnin home invasions

Put my number in your phone

East with biggie and group home

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Because i’m ready to come back home/

So i ended up all alone

I thought van-city was home

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

U never being home,

Music that y'all condone

Simple bar spitting then going home

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

Yo, once stole a row home

Please sugar don't come alone