This is a song about "Kc s mom"

My g"s have been handcuffed,

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

Then i left the hood, like fuck it don't need the cargo

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

I finally got a girl, mom!/

And i'mma show you how the south was won

My garage full of cars that bounce

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Cause we been off them slave ships

My mom gave me two selections

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

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

Girls fast how jamaicans run

And that´s how it has begun