This is a song about "House of slater"

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Kicked out of his own house by one of his own daughters

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

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

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

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

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

Do you need a house of correction

Is a you intervention

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

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

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

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

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