This is a song about "Lived in a house that was haunted"

Choices make it pointless haunted things in my bed,

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

Hiding the emotions that once haunted me

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

Everybody in the house was swingin' on my style,

Cop a house in the suburbs just to throw some parties at

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

To livin in a house with food my stomach

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

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

Haunted elements and answers in the eloquence of cancer

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

She abhorred her spouse, when he was a born she couldn't afford a house

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