This is a song about "Building a house"

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

Ma became middle class, and we got a a nice house,

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

Used all my money to buy a big house

They call me better now. see when everything is stopped

A sinner not, i'm the building blocks, of which you want

Where god at? i need to call him

Im building a foundation

And until then i'm building a path to reflect the worst

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

They in the same building livin' like a mess pack

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

Like a shot threw the mouth echo threw the house

Building a contraption with suspension to teach you a lesson.

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son