This is a song about "Cori in the house"

I arrive and burst into the room and im first till i meet my tomb

On the way to his house i got in the unlocked door and went straight to his room

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,

The cracked up mirrors in your house show proof

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

You knock in my house i'll be opening the door for yo

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

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

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

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