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

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain

Liven in a house made out of mud dirt and rain

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

And now his house is modest too, he went and forgot his roots,

Never been a nigga more intricate with the wisdom

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

From the projects to the penthouse

Im there halfway, tripping in the half house

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

Than other people do in their entire house

We on another level, i'm bout to pull that porsche out

In a house, with my niggas, and no mouse around

Summertime and the sun is out a couple more lines comin out my mouth

Pick up my knife and slaughter cops in my own house, pigs everywhere like a slaughterhouse,