This is a song about "Big jay in the house"

Im in my fort house stuntin like henry the five/

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Live in a big house , shit they even own a chopper.

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Thank kenny burns, though we not talking

House gets raided at 3 in the morning

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

When i’m in the motha fuckin house like the senators

Ima creamate jay-z leave the ashes in a trail

They giving niggas letters here and they ain't sending mail

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,