This is a song about "Whitney houston"

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Acute, how you try to refute, obtuse fludes like juice dudes sip through in hous-ton/

So i hate when niggas make fun cuz i don't do britney or whitney.

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Cool young kings trying to make a name houston is where we came

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

They send us packin to houston and still they can't save her life.

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

But i'm not revealing the stress of losing whitney

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

If i suck titties and do lines with dead whitney!

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really