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

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

Listening to your garbage’s got me feeling trapped in a small cage/

We're all just living in a fantasy

But five years from now i bet she see

Good evening, uhm, everybody listening

The struggle of living in context is a giving

Grow it in my red house

Yo we get the dank and bounce

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

Im there halfway, tripping in the half house

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I've been living in a grand repetition,

There'd still be niggas out killing

You're in another crack house drinking,

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

Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of carssignin' out