This is a song about "House items"

My fucking cousin's bumming out drugging out heading to the big house

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

The party house, now don't be shy

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

Items, gadgets, its alright. you dont even need them right?

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

February cold as my heart

The items is all they want

I'll snatch your girl if you're slipping

You're in another crack house drinking,

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

House full of babes look like marilyn monroe

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

And the cops went to even go raid his house

Took my items to the cash stand, and pulled out my change

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page