This is a song about "Haunted house"

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Mouse slowly carouse to rat, as swings the bat, robbing house after house

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Never run out or get exhausted, feel haunted by my own success

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

Since there were drugs all around the house

Hiding the emotions that once haunted me

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Im there halfway, tripping in the half house

From the projects to the penthouse

Than other people do in their entire house

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

Yeah, check the stats, my team winning

You're in another crack house drinking,

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Choices make it pointless haunted things in my bed,