This is a song about "Diss the mother fukin jezzy"

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

And remember you're the one who starts to diss

Polemic, i corrupt the memories of those who try diss me

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Make the mother fucker melt

Stop it if you scared

You ain't makin shit, ain't the one you wanna diss

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

He made her special, the perfect wife, perfect mother.

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

A mother serving time in the years

Her mother deftly left the room,

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

Back like dennis the menace, playin lyrical tennis in this endless rhythmical diss

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this