This is a song about "Austin s mom"

And that´s how it has begun

And modify your opinion

Full of shit, like i ate that john

So i thanks for my mom

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

This summer gone be mine though

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

I finally got a girl, mom!/

Well go cry to your mom

No tats dey for my arm

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

The outline which you n****s out dated

Bad, just like an 80's car

You get close but no cigar