This is a song about "In your mamas house"

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

Put your raggedy house up nigga or shut your mouth up

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

All the motherfuckers in the house say yeh.

Your mommy honestly hanging with me making bukkake

House gets raided at 3 in the morning

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

In my house i'm all alone

Blackberry and t phone

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Your house is a tyre i'm just a lyrical supplier.

Champagne is on the house, cocaine is in your mouth, your neck is knotted

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that