This is a song about "Blow up the houses of parliament"

The houses can be more crazy than paranormal activity tapes.

Watch the great life take the wayside and just the sickness remains

When the pressure heats up i just hope not to blow it

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

And i'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

I was ready to blow up the whole motherfucking town

These bitches give me their mind all the time leta way to break it down

I start raiding these houses and blow in anger

And served it to the public on a silver platter

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Maybe then... you will blow up quick like the american centers did

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Fuck a club, in the whip, windows up, blow o's