This is a song about "House of cards"

Liven in a house made out of mud dirt and rain

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

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

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

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

Finish line with the tire marks

// [you can hold all the cards]

But once established we living lavish, like the house of versi, paris,

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

Let that bitch give me head and kick her out of the damn house

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

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

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

I swear it's like this liquor is improving a lot of women

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