This is a song about "House"

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

Bigger than the white house its the black house attention

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

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

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

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

My momma in tears as i moved to my grandmothers house,

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

No sweat like a headband

600 benz, house six hundred grand

From the projects to the penthouse

Im there halfway, tripping in the half house

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

You're in another crack house drinking,