This is a song about "Mansions"

Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and you

I'll bury you, got mansions up in alaska with the caribou

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

I ain't got fancy clothes, cars, mansions, or j's on my feet,

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Now he’s living in mansions off his inventions and your decision,

Let it be told, the story how you chilled in mansions with gold

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Papa aren't you proud of me i got 5 mansions

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

I say "stay", she wanna leave

Mansions maids mercedes