This is a song about "House of burgesses"

Do you need a house of correction

First off congratulations on the win

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Set the house up like toast,with a tank of gasoline

Liven in a house made out of mud dirt and rain

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

It was like balancing a house of cards on a crooked table,

I'm sick of floatin' around the house wondering

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police

Turn twenty in a couple of weeks a new house put my name on the lease

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Of being pour with no ambitions, house the size of a kitchen.

House full of babes look like marilyn monroe

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow