This is a song about "In the house"

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

They can say its their house, until the chill starts to ease in

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

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

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Blast til they holy high; baptize they evil minds

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

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

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

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