This is a song about "House of representives"

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

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

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

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

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

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

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

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

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

The man of the house came out and said he shot you in the head

The next day i chilled at a friend's house party and he played ny state of mind

I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child