This is a song about "Living out the trap house"

But once established we living lavish, like the house of versi, paris,

I dubale to my elders, then, now they look at me like nigerias elvis

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

I'll be chillin in the rap house with you out lookin in.

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

My rhymes will have you living from house to car

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

You want a big house cz your living in the street

Help out a friend who's living with the rats and eating scraps

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

You know what fuck it, walked out the living room door

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more