This is a song about "Shooting at house"

Still the pain recites at it's own heights, heard from all levels of the house

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

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

My family's from the south, stayed at papa's house

House gets raided at 3 in the morning

Thank kenny burns, though we not talking

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

She walks a few blocks, and arrives at robs house

Start beef bigger then your spouse

Alright i'm at the house.

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

When we already at the house full of our, home work

Man look we are at our house,dad still here and mom on the couch

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

At least i have my own house and a car!

You know...you know who you are