This is a song about "Throwing stones in a glass house"

She was wearing a black dress with stilletos tossing stones in the ocean

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

Liven in a house made out of mud dirt and rain

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

To livin in a house with food my stomach

I eat you like a afternoon snack, and i pour in the side glass some jack/

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

Grow it in my red house

My garage full of cars that bounce

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

There’s a house on fuller street that they say he moved in

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

Im in her white house like a politic

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,