This is a song about "House of cards"

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Shards, everything is just a house of manic cards.

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

My house was commandeered, i'm all out of dough

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

Got a house full of homies, why i feel so the opposite?

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

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

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

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

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

// [you can hold all the cards]

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

You haters put up your guards

// [you can hold all the cards]