This is a song about "The houses of parliament"

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses

Flaunted spouses, and haunted houses

The houses can be more crazy than paranormal activity tapes.

Just make your way into this beautiful bouquet of razor blades/

Moving houses for supposed whores

Huh, a metaphor of course

It's a fools fatewithout your word

Huh, man of the year, the man of the... work!!!

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

Huh, man of the year, the man of the... work!!!

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

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

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

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

This the clash of the titans