This is a song about "House items"

But not cool cause my house comes with

2 chains, i got 2 bitches

The party house, now don't be shy

She gotta hold her head up high

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

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

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

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Not even got any electric for the whole house

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

The items is all they want

I respect that you don't know yet

Bought a new house, kitchen & bed!