This is a song about "Lowell ma"

Ma mum want me to be strong and ma talents to show

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

Into glimmers of ma dark past,

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Brah lynching cuz you're fat like your ma.

Our history that they stole, africa

Ma wars over but ma stress disorder still haunts me without closure

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Isabella, ma bella

Yeah, one time for the

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Ma family aint proud of me

Bitches suck ma dik like wine

Start whine, my gyal, start whine

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

See me stepping through with ma limp and ma cane