This is a song about "Waffle house"

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

When i was younger i played ball in the house

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Mouse slowly carouse to rat, as swings the bat, robbing house after house

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

Took the g out your waffle, all you got left is your ego

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

Ma became middle class, and we got a a nice house,

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

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

Bought a new house, kitchen & bed!

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red