This is a song about "My trap house"

Im in my house getting high as im writing this shit,

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

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

Everybody in the house was swingin' on my style,

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

My momma in tears as i moved to my grandmothers house,

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

My house big yo house small you runnin outta space i'm so hot i heat up yo fireplace

Mom keep my house fully stocked with candy

On they twitter writing novels, see

And she's the type to booby trap my penis with her cleavage

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

My house was commandeered, i'm all out of dough

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

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