This is a song about "Kirk s mum"

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Nigga don't know how to rap but i'm in the game

Im fuelled with determination i would even stalk their mum

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

Mum you can do it, it's a long time coming,

'till i rap and your ass is spaced out like captain kirk

Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the effort

Called life, happiness, liberty, freedom

So slim davy please call up your mum

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

But it seems like a scene outta flick

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick