This is a song about "The home"

The home you have isn't in some cabin

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

It's the belly of the beast, when we knock nobody's home,

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

"mike go home" as i snatch the microphone

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

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

I was alone on the fone cause no one answered at home

Uhh i cant handle the crap i get from home

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

I descend from creatures that walked before the sun shined on the planet you call home

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

I'm definitely in a class of my own

But you see i've found the key, the doorway to home,

Cuz the bitches like us, but they love our home.

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone