This is a song about "Firestorm in the house"

Hold on..i'll catch y'all up in the next life

Im in my fort house stuntin like henry the five/

And all you get was a hater telling you you won't be seeing them soon,

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

You live in the house right down the block, everybody knows your name,

You done put two of america's most wanted in the same

All the motherfuckers in the house say yeh.

Wanna be just another memory eh eh eh

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

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

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

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

The cracked up mirrors in your house show proof