This is a song about "Im living in canada in a small house with five kids"

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

Can't even help a small child in midst of a fall,

Them haters wishing they could see my demise

And i shot him in the chest with fifty five tries

Im in her white house like a politic

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

Like a small garage in your backyard

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

You want a big house cz your living in the street

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

I hope to live in a big house with a huge amount of space/

Drugs hidden in my shorts, fill the street corners with kids

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics