This is a song about "Estate"

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

That's right i know you don't do real estate

Acres separate my estate from neighbors

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Vanilla ice flipping real estate/

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

Street due to lying real estate agents.

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

I was born in grimsby on the nunsthorpe estate

Gonna have it all, nice cars and a huge estate with a huge golden gate.

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

He took her to his big estate, the bitch flipped the safe

It's the estate dream, written in our genes

Can barely walk the city streets