This is a song about "Burn your house"

Your house is a tyre i'm just a lyrical supplier.

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Turn around and then you flip your hair

Check at your girl's house, he was last seen there

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

You never leave your house no more unless you chasin.

Watching cowards burn, i'm your dirty thoughts brought

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

I plead with em, the system ain't right

Your touch makes me burn up inside

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

I'll burn your whole world i'll kill your everything

Breaking into your house with nothing more than a bobby pin.

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition

Girl your ass so big i could build a house on it

Tyler the creator invented some new shit