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

I'll be chillin in the rap house with you out lookin in.

Everybody finger point in your direction

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

Blast til they holy high; baptize they evil minds

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,

To em, big, pac and jay, they were my top in greats

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

House gets raided at 3 in the morning

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

Everybody in the house was swingin' on my style,