This is a song about "Doll houses"

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

I've never fell so hard for this diamond doll

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

Get ready,grab a doll cause i'm gonna rip you all

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses

Flaunted spouses, and haunted houses

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

Get ready,grab a doll cause i'm gonna rip you all

Look, baby doll, don't lie or front

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Moving houses for supposed whores

I love women, air max's and liquor stores

Am i really just a reanimated doll,

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

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

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house