This is a song about "Niggas in my house"

Top dropped down, black on black

With my niggas in the back

Even in the dead of night, my niggas lurk

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

One tryin to take note, the next man, feelin my heat like a house in beckham.

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

About the niggas who fucked you everyday inside your house

Pick up my knife and slaughter cops in my own house, pigs everywhere like a slaughterhouse,

Everynight we talked over the phone seconds turned to minutes, minutes into hours,

Than other people do in their entire house

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

Now that in my zone , these niggas tryna ruin my flow

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though