This is a song about "House of cards"

When you strive for perfection

Do you need a house of correction

// [you can hold all the cards]

Finish line with the tire marks

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

When we already at the house full of our, home work

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

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Kicked out of his own house by one of his own daughters

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

Like a deck of of fricken pokemon cards

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

// [you can hold all the cards]

Please correct me, stretch marks