This is a song about "Bombing houses"

Flaunted spouses, and haunted houses

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

And talk about houses that they’ve burned to grounds,

Make account getting vows spitting movable bowels

I'm bombing rap, 'bout as sick as a hypochondriac

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

I start raiding these houses and blow in anger

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

Honor that i'm guilty of bombing tracks

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

Hostile when bombing posses like kamikazes, he's positive,

But now i see myself on stage,spitting like its fire leaving the mic in flames

The houses can be more crazy than paranormal activity tapes.