Song meaning of Full House by Aarne & Yanix

Ah, "Full House" by Aarne & Yanix, a lyrical masterpiece that delves into the glamorous and extravagant lifestyle of... wait, what? Golf and fountains in the backyard? Two aces and three queens? Is this a song or the plot of a cheesy poker movie? Look, I may not be the king of card games, but this song is definitely the king of confusing metaphors. And apparently, our esteemed artist here is working harder than Chief Keef with 3Hunna on his back, because he's got loads of cash in his wallet and wants everyone to know about it. Oh, and did I mention he's like SpongeBob with killer punches? Yeah, that's right, he's not renting, he's driving his own truck. But wait, it gets better! He's dripping in the kitchen with a view of the city, has lemons like he's running a Lemonade Stand, and he can replace his old Jäger with a new one without breaking a sweat. Excuse me while I grab my dictionary of nonsense to decipher this madness. Oh, and let's not forget the stylish house, the Tom Ford obsession, and the horses that go "vrum-vrum" instead of "clop-clop." And fear not, folks, because this is not a tribute to Loc-Dog, but a tribute to having lots of ice on your watch! Truly groundbreaking lyrics right there. And if that's not enough, he's a young boss with a young boss attitude, leaving only two choices in life: cash or off-topic discussions. Who needs deep conversations when you can glue moms and baby moms, right? And if you're wondering if he's stable, well, he's as steady as a steadicam. Forget "The Young and the Restless," let's call it "The Young Boss and the Pointless". But wait, there's more! His clothes are so mesmerizing that they make people take theirs off. And apparently, he goes to the club like it's an office, multitasking between partying and gossiping. All because he wants everyone to know who's packing the long pepper around here (I'll let you figure out what that means). And don't forget the Oyster strap on his arm, because nothing screams "I'm fancy" like watches and hoes on panels. Who needs a relationship when you can fry thighs, right? And while he's at it, he invests forty and earns double the amount. It's a good thing his companion knows this and rubs herself against him, because nothing says "romance" like meat and tenderizing techniques. So remember, kids, life is not about graphics, it's about the daily occurrence of inexplicable metaphors and confusing lifestyles in the wonderful world of "Full House". Can someone pass me a deck of cards? Preferably one that comes with a translation guide.