I've got problems

In my fucking house

Bitch would you please

Get the fuck out

Trust these hoes, they all slick

I found out, they ain't shit

Almost was played by my main bitch

Ohh Boy, she tried to pull 1 off quick

I'm paperchasing, trying to get rich

On a 60 day tour with my clique

She hit me while I'm on the road and was like

Bae shit bad can moms spend a few nights?

I say Yeah, when its cool

But now, check what this hoe do

Slickly moving momma in my house

Cause picture the whole wild she put out

Now dat ain't even the half of it

With moms come 2 neices, 2 nephews, 2 cousins

They don' got comfortable in my shit

Children dont flush the toilet after they piss

Bitches, piles, kids, jumping and playing

Breaking lamps, wasting food and leaving stains

Mom laying in my lazy boy

Kids jamming tapes in my VCR

Flicking my TV like a light switch

God can only stop me from killing this bitch

I'm on the way back to my crib

I pull up, "this can't be where I live"

I jump out ready, to start fucking

I'm pissed off, mad and disgusted

Bitch tryna give me a excuse

It ain't nothing you can say or do

You ask could Mom stay cause it was bad...

You ain't said nothing bout cha whole fam

Look at my shit, it's fucked up

And it smell like a project cut

You ain't had the decency to clean up

You, ya ma, and children, can pack up

Please hurry before I go off

And mess around in here and catch a charge

You don showed me, you ain't shit

You showed me, a bitch gon be a bitch

Look what you don caused in my house

Before you get pistol whipped, Bitch get out!

Here's another fucked up episode

My cousin came to visit from Chicago

I ain't seen em' since we was young bucks

I turned thug, he's a wannabe but a busta

So why he down visiting, he staying wit me

I put him under surveilence learned him in a week

He don't put 100% in his hygiene

He lied and stopped bout what he doing be in the streetz

He eating, he shitting, he sleeping, all for free

He ain't cleaning behind his self, he think it's the double tree

I'm almost to the point to ask him

Whats happening? But I know, he get smart, I'ma slap him

Now I gotta leave him by his self for the weekend

I gotta fly to handle business in Cleaveland

I jet and this **** go through my phone numbers

Call em', tell him I got him a surprise party, come over

So happen that I'm finished a day early

And decide to fly back home and check on this bitch

I get down, fucked up my shit packed like a nightclub

Sofa's ripped, tape is broke and it's full of weed smokers

**** got it coming, every tooth in his mouth

I'ma knock-out, I can't believe what he did to my house

Look at this shit, Getcha lil stankin' ass kids

Ya know what im saying? Your uncle over there wearing my T-shirt

That motherfucker like what, he must be like 54' inches or something like that and I just wear a 1X, and we got Tyrone and lil Tyronisha, Thats ignorant like a Mother fucker to name that lil girl Tyronisha, and Clarence and Uncle ray, Yo lil brothers and all that shit let em' get the fuck up outta here, fucking up everything...Ya know what im saying? The only thing yall motherfuckers brung here was a old VCR the one that pop up, one of them old motherfuckers get yall old ass VCR and get the fuck up outta here, and Bitch you turned my draws pink now getcha funky ass outta here...Bizzznitchh!