This is a song about "Swedish house mafia"

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

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

600 benz, house six hundred grand

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Bitch. you fuckin yo dog in back of your house.

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Bigger than the white house its the black house attention

Since there were drugs all around the house

Yo we get the dank and bounce

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

Im controlling the air, like a gentry decision

Mouse slowly carouse to rat, as swings the bat, robbing house after house

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