This is a song about "My grandmas ghetto house"

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

I need a jail house to free my dogs

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

//this is not the ghetto lifestyle i live, y'all know my story

In my house i'm all alone

Lets get fucked up to the bone

Everybody in the house was swingin' on my style,

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

Im in my fort house stuntin like henry the five/

Lets appreciate all the beauty in this life

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Mom keep my house fully stocked with candy

In a house, with my niggas, and no mouse around

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound

And in my ghetto weed was a typical stuff

When your dough is the sweetest it's easy to puff puff