This is a song about "The home"

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Isn't cool at your home or your school.its the innocent kids that go home and cry

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

Home of the free and land of the wicked

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

Yo, i'll bet she be back

Home of the brave is where i'm at...

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

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Long before i knew the significance of a comb

Uhh i cant handle the crap i get from home

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

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