This is a song about "The monster house"

You're talking to one of the greatest

Thanks for the house and your bitch gift,

The party house, now don't be shy

She gotta hold her head up high

I'm the monster in the closet but i'm gay so i'm out

Diamonds blind the lens and camera men on the stakeout

Bigger than the white house its the black house attention

My position improving, not to mention

By becomin friends with "the monster"

Look, another day another dollar

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

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

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

Im there halfway, tripping in the half house

I'm sick of floatin' around the house wondering

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring