This is a song about "Comptons in the house"

Im there halfway, tripping in the half house

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Heystop running your mouth

Grow it in my red house

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Saw the house she ran up in and shot her fuckin' porch up

When i was younger i played ball in the house

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

House gets raided at 3 in the morning

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

I'll be chillin in the rap house with you out lookin in.

Than other people do in their entire house

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts