This is a song about "Kicked out of my house"

Won't run out anytime soon

Then we kicked in my room

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

The man of the house came out and said he shot you in the head

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Liven in a house made out of mud dirt and rain

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

I remember the phone call to my house my mom kicking me out,

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

Stead of kisses, we get kicked,

Haven't been kicked out since i've made some cents

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

My house was commandeered, i'm all out of dough