This is a song about "House of cards"

// [you can hold all the cards]

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

Get drunk and wobble to nearest house full of waffles,

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

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

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

Do you need a house of correction

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

I'm sick of floatin' around the house wondering

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Who was at my house taking care of dying granny

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

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

I got these tats all on my arms

// [you can hold all the cards]