This is a song about "Studio home"

Baby im in the zone

And i'ma call it my home

If u wanna get home

Blackberry and t phone

Simple bar spitting then going home

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

They're telling you too go home

I got a studio for christmas, best wishes, im breaking rhymes like a

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina

U never being home,

Put my number in your phone

You left your nigga on his own

Nobody is going home

Runnin home invasions

Not king james, these were coke kings