This is a song about "House keeping"

Know i go ham lika brick house/

Yo we get the dank and bounce

Ignoring my dissing keeping outta beef 'n

Cause when i'm broke i got no time for the fellas. listen

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Sticking to the legends but keeping everything eccentric/

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Spacial inhibitors keeping us prisoners

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

600 benz, house six hundred grand

Conversating on my life

Slit the veins keeping me alive

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Alright i'm at the house.

Which is the root of all negative

Got some prison guards keeping bastards captive,