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

To livin in a house with food my stomach

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Cop a house in the suburbs just to throw some parties at

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Tongue like a young jab throwing joe frazier

If they ain’t talking bout paper

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

Maybe a shot in the heart glass edges in veins so sharp,

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

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

I'll break their jaw like a glass don't worry it'll happen in a flash

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

My eyes only see deez, that's why i'm young and burnt out

In a house, with my niggas, and no mouse around