This is a song about "Custom house rapper mover jailed for 30 y"

I got something you've been waiting for

For the greatest rapper from the land before

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

Who is at the house for no longer than two days

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

I’m a rapper now and a g for lifer.

He was just accostumed to the custom suits/

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

You knock in my house i'll be opening the door for yo

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

Punchline rapper what you think i make these records for?

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

Rhyming unwittingly this is just the daily for a rapper