This is a song about "David and his house in turlock"

Liven in a house made out of mud dirt and rain

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

I run inside yo house and shoot that bitch off in her teeth

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

Away to slumber in my house so i could paint 'em and sell 'em,

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

His homie went to his house and opened the door

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

David is goliath slaying i was 5 stone lighter in the weighing

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

I run inside yo sister house and shoot that bitch off in her feet