This is a song about "Bombing houses"

Many houses vacant,projects been baking,new cliques and crews formed

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Spotting the brain performing lyrical dive-bombing raids, raining heavy reign

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

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

Honor that i'm guilty of bombing tracks

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Flaunted spouses, and haunted houses

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Lit your houses on fire and deployed my parachute

When truly we're divided by our wealth, those lying snakes,

The houses can be more crazy than paranormal activity tapes.