This is a song about "Corey s mom"

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

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

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Then take it down slow

S queezys very bold

Black woman you cold

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

And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline

Full of shit, like i ate that john

So i thanks for my mom