This is a song about "Im am ur moma"

Nah who am i kiddin im still gonna verbally stomp your head

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Im on the defending area and ur offense screwed

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

Yea, ill have u captivated/ once im activated/ take ur brain and penetrate it/

Slashing these words, flashing the birds. my speciality is gathering the herds,

Im sensing the scent of a verse, ur cerebellums emitting a tenth of my words

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

Am that sick on the mike im so lyricly quick

Im lyrical acid/ radio active/ flow strikes like matches/ burning threw ur mattress/

Verse one: 2paci take a shot of henessey now i'm strong enough to face the madness

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Im am something you couldn’t prevent but you will soon regret

With feelingsthis a mans world youngin'the bitches in businessso learn a 'lil something

Im killing multi syllables u little dudes dont know what the fuck ur listening