This is a song about "Austin s mom"

Well, i can handle that

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Like a czar,like austin powers im feeling randy and carlcee,other then them

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

I finally got a girl, mom!/

Tats no dey for my arm

When i'm working for certain, i'm hurting the game

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!