This is a song about "House of the scorpion"

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Do you need a house of correction

Feels locked out his house, he's browsing the streets of south,

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Mouse slowly carouse to rat, as swings the bat, robbing house after house

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

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

Not even got any electric for the whole house

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

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

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

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

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit