This is a song about "The houses of parliament"

Many houses vacant,projects been baking,new cliques and crews formed

Always keep a goalie on on me, i ain't for that maury talk

And talk about houses that they’ve burned to grounds,

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

To the voice of the oblivion,

You was hot for a season

So let 'em chase love

Raybands...hide the face of,

The houses can be more crazy than paranormal activity tapes.

I would always keep a strong pace with a long face thinking of all the song names

Of the book of your life

Right flows down and they might go nice

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry