This is a song about "Building a house"

You gone make me flip then split your shit

Im in her white house like a politic

Building a fence, to keep the sexual tension at bay,

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

She walks a few blocks, and arrives at robs house

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

This home is lookin' like it's a flop house

Is a you intervention

Do you need a house of correction

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

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

Arrive at the building, around 9 am smoke a cigarette just chilling,

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Im building a foundation