This is a song about "Tj is going to sell a house"

My music is my soul, can't sell it to someone else

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

To livin in a house with food my stomach

The next day you is everybody target

Go to the house store, spend a little more, but fuck it

This world of ours is going to shit

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

All on the furniture with no regards

Shards, everything is just a house of manic cards.

I need a jail house to free my dogs

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

This is all im going to say

But keep them cigarettes away