This is a song about "Cars houses"

Moving houses for supposed whores

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Make account getting vows spitting movable bowels

And talk about houses that they’ve burned to grounds,

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

All i need is moola cars and friends

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

Lit your houses on fire and deployed my parachute

I start raiding these houses and blow in anger

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Hoes love me because of my cars

Flaunted spouses, and haunted houses

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus