This is a song about "Austin s mom"

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

But did you think about your mom,

It´s the battle of life

I need a backyard full court size

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

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

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

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

But the same deposition take it every time

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