This is a song about "Doony s mum"

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

We don't believe you, you need more people

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

Im fuelled with determination i would even stalk their mum

And this money handsome, ain't that a panty anthem

A foster mum while they

You make a nigga's night turn day

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

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

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

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Going to class taking notes is what my mum thinks

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business