This is a song about "House of cards"

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

Still the pain recites at it's own heights, heard from all levels of the house

// [you can hold all the cards]

You haters put up your guards

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

I'm sick of floatin' around the house wondering

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

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

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

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

Took you forever to get dressed, i acknowledge your effort

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

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

Liven in a house made out of mud dirt and rain

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

Look how we going to get out of this cook house