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

They are not confident when im talking

House gets raided at 3 in the morning

The man of the house came out and said he shot you in the head

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Raw fusion, organized konfusionwickeder than most men: spice 1 and pooh man

One tryin to take note, the next man, feelin my heat like a house in beckham.

Your mommy honestly hanging with me making bukkake

All the motherfuckers in the house say yeh.

Life's based upon what i'mma do today

We ain't poor, ain't middle class, we're in the shade of grey,

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

When half the world is poor or in penitentiaries