This is a song about "Artur ma novou holku"

Ma wars over but ma stress disorder still haunts me without closure

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

But that doesn't mean to stress ma

They claim it as their own, africa

Into glimmers of ma dark past,

You’re on neon lights in my bank

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

See me stepping through with ma limp and ma cane

Lost ma mother and my brother

Said when i do dirt wit her

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

Never can i straight face

Niggas in the street scared

Nah rapping is ma zest

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Isabella, ma bella