This is a song about "Buy you a home"

If i had the money dog, id probably buy you a pony

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

While you sit at home like a umpire

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Go home fuck you play a flute

Pockets probably like fried food

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

I wanna buy grills so big you can put it on a crocodile smile

So i still be on that yard with a philly of that marley

You're a guy who'd buy a nissan and say it's a bugatti

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

That is a heck of a thing for the wife when you come home,

You pussy emcees need to get a taxi home

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

I only wanna kiss, and to buy you a prom dress

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress