This is a song about "The rich man in the poor house"

When i’m in the motha fuckin house like the senators

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

I can teach you all the sounds of love

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,

The differences between being queen and being bitch

Religion exists, just so the poor isn't killing the rich

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

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

Poor caveats fell in to the porker's meat melons

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

It's an issue affected both the rich and the poor,

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids