This is a song about "Firestorm in the house"

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,

I walk around understanding the politics

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

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

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

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

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain

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

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

The cracked up mirrors in your house show proof