This is a song about "Pokemon in the house"

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

House and then the mini flat apartment in the city cracks,

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

The cracked up mirrors in your house show proof

Champagne is on the house, cocaine is in your mouth, your neck is knotted

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,

House gets raided at 3 in the morning

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Cop a house in the suburbs just to throw some parties at

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

In 2 to 6 hours

Alright i'm at the house.