This is a song about "Money house and crack"

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

Shouldn't give up and be burned in the house and claim

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

And the cops went to even go raid his house

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

Liven in a house made out of mud dirt and rain

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

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

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

I never wore a kufi, ignore my religion

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

Used all my money to buy a big house