This is a song about "Burn your house"

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Now i'll burn your ass, cuz it's full of methane

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

You never leave your house no more unless you chasin.

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Yes, it's the illest bitch around, flawless and brown

Here we go! run before he blows your house down,

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

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

You want a big house cz your living in the street

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

Striving, working nine to five with no health care