This is a song about "Housewife"

And once i met a good girl

And he, what's his name, earl

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

Runnin home invasions

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Ill punch them in the face until my fist hurts, your beauty is beyond compare

Yo check this outi'mma tell you like this

I gota lady but these bitches want a kiss

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

No matter what, you're my beautiful girl

Rock an ap and a rolly, at the same damn time

Speaking in which your beauty is divine