This is a song about "Porch"

You're a porch, i'm a fortress.

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

I say my goodbyes and walk out the porch door

You want beef? we'll start a gulf stream war

Stand on your porch and ill introduce

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Saw the house she ran up in and shot her fuckin' porch up

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Nigga i'm a beast on the porch

At the pawn shop, tryna sell this baume watch

Sit on crates on my porch watching with a loaded rifle,

That means i wear a suit and bend the truth and feel awful

Everybody outside on the porch,radio blasting neighbors telling us to turn it down

Zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this including you, miss. turn around

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Splitting swisher's on the porch with my sister