This is a song about "Diu lay lo mo"

I'm stacking dough, ain't gotta sell crack no mo

The world looking out, they on the front row

They lay log i lay low

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

You haven't flowered loco

Any many mini mo

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

Ur now grind like lo-gic in a sick mind,

What you want me to say

You wack rappers can go lay

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

Because it looks like your moving slow mo

The youngest of my mother kids

Mo' green numbers than the matrix