This is a song about "Domnic s mom"

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

The outline which you n****s out dated

I need a backyard full court size

It´s the battle of life

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

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

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

You're in a seminar

Bad, just like an 80's car

Weed i can't pronounce man

Can't tell mom the same thang

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

My mom gave me two selections

Cause we been off them slave ships