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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,

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

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

It involves a mighty deity, by the n. n.name, yahweh.

All the motherfuckers in the house say yeh.

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

House gets raided at 3 in the morning

Straight g thing, double m g thing

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

Let's kick it on my la-z-boy and throw a fucking crazy show

When i was younger i played ball in the house

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows