This is a song about "Are do this for my mom"

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

I do this for my whole team

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

Hed do it- this the letter for before i fucking do it.

Ima do this for on a magic carpet

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

You'll need a bib for this, my kills are messy

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

I need a backyard full court size

Then my mom met this guy, yeah he seemed nice

You lit a fuse, you should've quit, but you spit on my mom, prepare for napalm when/

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

My densest frees are condensed in this verse for the better or worse

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

The world should turn as soon as my records spin