This is a song about "Apply the distributive property"

Im a property buyer, bitch i already marked it

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

So here i am at the store for some chips

For a property in hollywood hills

And bring that back to my property wit ya

They claim it as their own, africa

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

If my love keeps being so hot i'm gonna have to apply ice

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga