This is a song about "Niggas in the house"

Ill run in yo house and let the smoke fire

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

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

Everybody in the house was swingin' on my style,

We can talk things over a little a while

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

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

Niggas steady dieing in the shy

You know i want a piece of that pie

Blast til they holy high; baptize they evil minds

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

Now concentrate until you get the juice

The cracked up mirrors in your house show proof

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

About the niggas who fucked you everyday inside your house