This is a song about "Corey s mom"

Ain't no gimmick with the flow

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

No car key and i mean that

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

It's moe, all i need is more chips

My mom gave me two selections

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

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

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

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

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

Bad, just like an 80's car

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star