This is a song about "Houses"

So well it's a spell, hell, makes me wanna shoop, shoop, shoop

Lit your houses on fire and deployed my parachute

And talk about houses that they’ve burned to grounds,

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

I start raiding these houses and blow in anger

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

She can make a pimp fall in love

Flaunted spouses, and haunted houses

Ye we skate and ye we hate do what we do to dodge the fakes

The houses can be more crazy than paranormal activity tapes.

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

Many houses vacant,projects been baking,new cliques and crews formed

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Moving houses for supposed whores