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

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Burn a house down just to see the flame

Away to slumber in my house so i could paint 'em and sell 'em,

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

Going back to my old ways,my heart is a cold place,

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

This is the way your life is supposed to be going.

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

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

This home is lookin' like it's a flop house

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

The whole house is burned down from the roof to the carpet

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Shards, everything is just a house of manic cards.