This is a song about "Donald trump at an african whore house"

So many leftover bottles at my house i got like twelve

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

I'd stay at grans house as my parents worked at the shop all week

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Im back at there house now there panicking

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Look at me now, shit. i'm about to clean house with

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

So there i am... an ounce inside my house im blazin'

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Who is at the house for no longer than two days

Look past average people like donald trump

She got me caught up in the moment

My garage full of cars that bounce

Alright i'm at the house.