This is a song about "House items"

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Im there halfway, tripping in the half house

600 benz, house six hundred grand

About disaster in the world and

Grow it in my red house

My garage full of cars that bounce

The party house, now don't be shy

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

And the cops went to even go raid his house

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

Than other people do in their entire house

Screw killing beats, enter house with a handgun

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them