This is a song about "Doug s mom"

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

But did you think about your mom,

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

I finally got a girl, mom!/

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Ima keep that on the low

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

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

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

My g"s have been handcuffed,