This is a song about "More house school"

Heystop running your mouth

Alright i'm at the house.

All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full

And i'm startin' to blend in more, school this shit helps for sure

Now at school guys were paying attention to the quiet, more

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

And even your friends at school.

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

Bigger than the white house its the black house attention

Unless you just wanna get more confused than my brain at why i have to school

Fuckin chicks is a rule if my girl think im loyal then that bitch is a fool

No sweat like a headband

600 benz, house six hundred grand

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

Mouse slowly carouse to rat, as swings the bat, robbing house after house