This is a song about "Living in canada in a small house"

Doin time for slowguess she made a bad decision

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

To livin in a house with food my stomach

In a house, with my niggas, and no mouse around

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

Fuck them niggas though, i'm a rebel in the living flesh

They took her by the throat, we front in here for dope

Used to ride on a goat, now i'm living in a moat

Im there halfway, tripping in the half house

My garage full of cars that bounce

Yo we get the dank and bounce

Grow it in my red house

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

The struggle of living in context is a giving