This is a song about "Your house is shit"

I don't know why i'm even on this track

So step back boy, your shit is whack

I hit your block and we can box for fun

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

Your rhymes are wack, your swag is wack your shit is so last year

So on my way here i hit a couple of queer

Now attackin' my best friend? think your shit is handy?

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Bitch. you fuckin yo dog in back of your house.

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

Champagne is on the house, cocaine is in your mouth, your neck is knotted

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

Your house is a tyre i'm just a lyrical supplier.

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Your shit is old, but nigga my shit is brand new.

Cause you're the star, everybody looking at you