This is a song about "Losing a house"

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

It ain't fun to be you, you just a wannabe too, losing all of them knife fights,

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Your house is a tyre i'm just a lyrical supplier.

A deep slit, watch pools of blood drip losing himself can't get a grip

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Im in her white house like a politic

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

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

You home, you never minded me so i stepped out

Catch you up on places i've been

Do you need a house of correction

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

The house of the lord, for not a spouse but a sword

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

This home is lookin' like it's a flop house