This is a song about "Haunted house"

My garage full of cars that bounce

Grow it in my red house

In my house i'm all alone

Know i just call it head phone

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Flaunted spouses, and haunted houses

Eating burgers like nematodes ate spongebob's house.

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Haunted elements and answers in the eloquence of cancer

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

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

Bitch, they call it motor city

The smell of blood in the air haunted me,