This is a song about "Cori in the house"

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

Than other people do in their entire house

The cracked up mirrors in your house show proof

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

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

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

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

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Start beef bigger then your spouse

Grow it in my red house

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

Cop a house in the suburbs just to throw some parties at

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive