This is a song about "House of burgesses"

The house of the lord, for not a spouse but a sword

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

Alright i'm at the house.

Start beef bigger then your spouse

Kidnapped u from ur own house took u to stoners hill where i could of killed u

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

I'm sick of floatin' around the house wondering

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Liven in a house made out of mud dirt and rain

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Of the white house who portray the u.s. as marvelous,

Foundation till i built my house

My garage full of cars that bounce

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house

Feels locked out his house, he's browsing the streets of south,