This is a song about "Fighting with my mother"

Smoking opium, fighting with an enlightened draconian.

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Now you speaking my language

Fighting it with courage

My own mother for emberassing me

We came.. way too far pretty baby

I rathered you than my father or mother

This man can single handedly save the culture

And none drum, iller than ninth wonder

Figurely argue with my mother,

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

It ain't with me you're fighting with but my verbal skill's shadow,

You can't unwind it. rising and climbing

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

Mother, o my mother!

I stop and stare at the younger