This is a song about "Amin ibrahim"

Saying they all different, but i don’t show them no effort

When we already at the house full of our, home work

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

The house of the lord, for not a spouse but a sword

God of the underworld stunt

But nah, he is quite different

Who was at my house taking care of dying granny

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Shards, everything is just a house of manic cards.

Feels locked out his house, he's browsing the streets of south,

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Of being pour with no ambitions, house the size of a kitchen.

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

Look how we going to get out of this cook house