This is a song about "Din mamma"

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the

And beside any implied pride applied, we'll always confide, in you mamma

They say your name for attention

Fuck`em kush se din

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

I got something you've been waiting for

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

Now mamma i wish you could see how much i love you through my eyes

And your mamma got her bubs out (no),

Scarface, say i got that montana flow

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

A nigga so wack even yo mamma know what the truth is

*cough cough*, that's some potent shit oh there go police man

I was only eight when mamma had to move to amsterdam

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

Fucked your mamma, covered my dick with a sock