This is a song about "Losing a house"

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Im in her white house like a politic

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

She abhorred her spouse, when he was a born she couldn't afford a house

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

It was like balancing a house of cards on a crooked table,

She walks a few blocks, and arrives at robs house

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

Ma became middle class, and we got a a nice house,

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

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 never wore a kufi, ignore my religion

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

We wake up, i go to work, she leave out

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