This is a song about "Jama s mum"

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

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

Im fuelled with determination i would even stalk their mum

College to prison, understand it, knowledge and wisdom

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

And i’m talkin, passenger action

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

I’m effervescent, just ask them

So i can finally say to mum

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

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