This is a song about "Reed house"

(what up dad?) do you remember breaking into our house?

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

Freestyle natural like butch reed,blow your mind like a claymore

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

And the cops went to even go raid his house

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

He wares a linen cloths and a pair of reed sandals

From the projects to the penthouse

Alright i'm at the house.

You're in another crack house drinking,

Listen, these niggas is tripping

This home is lookin' like it's a flop house

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

Not even got any electric for the whole house

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts