This is a song about "Losing your house"

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Champagne is on the house, cocaine is in your mouth, your neck is knotted

Let us prayheavenly father, hear a nigga down here

The aching and pain of losing treading on the back of your heel,

Put your raggedy house up nigga or shut your mouth up

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Look at wale and say you nothing but a biter

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

The cracked up mirrors in your house show proof

When they hear me rocking the groove

Ready to leave guess your losing me, that ain't working while posing is humorously

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

Burn your whole family down in your house then i take off

Thanks for the house and your bitch gift,

I know it hurt but life's not perfect