This is a song about "House of representative"

Do you need a house of correction

Double mg not to mention

Alright i'm at the house.

In 2 to 6 hours

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Liven in a house made out of mud dirt and rain

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Kidnapped u from ur own house took u to stoners hill where i could of killed u

I dubale to my elders, then, now they look at me like nigerias elvis

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

Get drunk and wobble to nearest house full of waffles,

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

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

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds