This is a song about "Olivia hogan"

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

I was at the crib wit my girls you can call me lizzy i

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

You're the tree that's been cut, no leaves or fruits in the hut

Your still in your crib at home while i'm making the streets a war zone

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

Im there halfway, tripping in the half house

From the projects to the penthouse

About the niggas who fucked you everyday inside your house

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

Than other people do in their entire house

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

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

About the niggas who fucked you everyday inside your house