This is a song about "Kittens in da house"

But in reality you in da crazy house actin worse

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

So wtf, i’m enemy #1 in da pub

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

They say that karats help your vision

In my house i'm all alone

Put my number in your phone

Eating all da fudge like da fat kid in school

But she forgot about the golden rule

House gets raided at 3 in the morning

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

It's like every step that i take in this house

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Im in her white house like a politic

If his bitch insist on getting sick