This is a song about "Estate"

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

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

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

It's the estate dream, written in our genes

And she throws up whatever she eats

I was born in grimsby on the nunsthorpe estate

Where every recipient, property of the state

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Neither did real estate but still put you in your place

Acres separate my estate from neighbors

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

If i should die before i wake

Vanilla ice flipping real estate/