This is a song about "Swedish house mafia"

Im there halfway, tripping in the half house

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Know i go ham lika brick house/

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

600 benz, house six hundred grand

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

My momma in tears as i moved to my grandmothers house,

From the projects to the penthouse

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

Foundation till i built my house

My garage full of cars that bounce

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

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

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

On some mafia shit but i ain't fucking with that gang life