This is a song about "House of representatives"

Get drunk and wobble to nearest house full of waffles,

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

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,

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

I'm sick of floatin' around the house wondering

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

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

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

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Shards, everything is just a house of manic cards.

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

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team