This is a song about "Cant replace you mommy"

You cant afford a tens

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

And bijies like im out and

Tell you mommy, your rattled

Parkside productions you cant diss this

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

You cant run you cant hide , they find you and detach you

Heard the sound of several gun shots

You cant even handle 2 bars

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

Leave you then find someone to replace.

Lets come up to my city

Nothing can be cant you see

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

Im freestyling tell your mommy you got a mean rival