This is a song about "Nasty houses"

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

But that doesn't stop the nasty chicks from saying "fill me"

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

Get more nasty ass than robin thicke when miley was twerkin it

Nasty nigga step back

Yeah, the sex in the sack

,in 3 battle and i'm nasty and grimy

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Babies turn into shooters

Nasty words, bastards, worse

So i went down south but i ended up north

Moving houses for supposed whores

Flaunted spouses, and haunted houses

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Lit your houses on fire and deployed my parachute

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot