This is a song about "In the trap house"

You want a big house cz your living in the street

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

Cop a house in the suburbs just to throw some parties at

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Mr. piggy, ya fat monster, i think you've fallen in the wrong trap

When i’m in the motha fuckin house like the senators

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

I'll be chillin in the rap house with you out lookin in.

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

I got that scrap of crap on the map to wrap and strap you in a trap

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,