This is a song about "Full house"

You left your nigga on his own

In my house i'm all alone

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

From the projects to the penthouse

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

When we already at the house full of our, home work

And i can get em all without lots of effort

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Mouse slowly carouse to rat, as swings the bat, robbing house after house

I leave this and hope god see my heart is pure

Lets eat and rap with our mouths full,

Alright i'm at the house.

My garage full of cars that bounce

Lets eat and rap with our mouths full,

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour