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

My garage full of cars that bounce

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

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

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

Shards, everything is just a house of manic cards.

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Sell you to the rich for cheaper than a pair scissors,

Pa skillin we on a roll like thick strippers

America will find a way to eliminate the problem

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

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

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

If stories went on scales i'd have a lot to sell

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

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing