This is a song about "Dakota s mom"

My g"s have been handcuffed,

And bijies like im out and

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

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

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

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

I finally got a girl, mom!/

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

So i thanks for my mom

This rapping is just a charm

Bad, just like an 80's car

You're in a seminar

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though