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

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

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

When i’m in the groove, i can freak a tune

The boy gets home late in the afternoon

When i was younger i played ball in the house

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

Who know this be the life that i really live

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

Im there halfway, tripping in the half house

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

Z-y-l-o/ the thoughts in my head are problematic