This is a song about "Waffle house"

Im there halfway, tripping in the half house

My garage full of cars that bounce

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

When i was younger i played ball in the house

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Bitch dont you get it, this is my house.

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

My fucking cousin's bumming out drugging out heading to the big house

Than other people do in their entire house

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

And the cops went to even go raid his house

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

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