This is a song about "Houses weed cars"

Moving houses for supposed whores

Huh, a metaphor of course

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

I feel like i got fifty cars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Flaunted spouses, and haunted houses

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

I start raiding these houses and blow in anger