This is a song about "Luca s mum"

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

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

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

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

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

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

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

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

And bijies like im out and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

The outline which you n****s out dated

Me and you just need to talk a bit

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick