This is a song about "Aaron in the house"

Alright i'm at the house.

My garage full of cars that bounce

Shouldn't give up and be burned in the house and claim

Either one, dun, long as my digits the same

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,

Everybody in the house was swingin' on my style,

You never tire, might as well as inspire

Start beef bigger then your spouse

Grow it in my red house

Ill run in yo house and let the smoke fire

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

The man of the house came out and said he shot you in the head