This is a song about "Losing your house"

Yo those dealers near your house don't supply no heat,

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Hey clyde to make your house come here now because

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Girl your ass so big i could build a house on it

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

You want a big house cz your living in the street

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

You never leave your house no more unless you chasin.

About the niggas who fucked you everyday inside your house

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

You quit your job, you look lost i think your losing the plot

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop