This is a song about "Boy z in the house"

You always stayed low key, in the back of my z, and you will forever

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Shouldn't give up and be burned in the house and claim

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

You're sick like the boy in the bubble

Yeah come holla at your uncle

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio

You knock in my house i'll be opening the door for yo

Cop a house in the suburbs just to throw some parties at

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that