This is a song about "It lives in my home it sleeps on my floor every night i hear its nails on my door"

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

I like big butts and i cannot lie

It was my home by i made die

He lives in apartments, right on the first floor

I got something you've been waiting for

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

Every night on the block, was realizing the error in my ways

Jaws all on the floor cause i unlocked and walked in your door

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

Decided to bag all i had and jog right home where my mother sleeps

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

Bring it home and sell it on ebay and check out my cash stack

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it