This is a song about "Tenement houses"

The houses can be more crazy than paranormal activity tapes.

And since the economy's failing well you know all the names,

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

I start raiding these houses and blow in anger

Home to asthmatic babies in her tenement

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Many houses vacant,projects been baking,new cliques and crews formed

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

Lit your houses on fire and deployed my parachute

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Moving houses for supposed whores

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Flaunted spouses, and haunted houses