This is a song about "House of wolves"

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

It was like balancing a house of cards on a crooked table,

Shards, everything is just a house of manic cards.

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Turn twenty in a couple of weeks a new house put my name on the lease

Still the pain recites at it's own heights, heard from all levels of the house

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

I'm sick of floatin' around the house wondering

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

Get drunk and wobble to nearest house full of waffles,

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

I was the sheep and them the wolves.