This is a song about "Jo apni ma ki izzat nahi karte unke baap banke hum aate hai"

Brah lynching cuz you're fat like your ma.

Our nation have to bow, africa

Cold-blooded vein pulsing ’jo news

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Lights will flash, cars will crash

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

Only means i'm following my dreams ma

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Its nothin, ma, im still sane

Love turns into pain

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

A douse you tried to stop me and you came close you tried to ki

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Isabella, ma bella